awritersruminations:

There is no more I can lose. We have
     reached the end of ending.
And so I simply stroke, and
     stroke. And stroke your face.

—Marina Tsvetaeva, from “Poem of the End” (translated by Elaine Feinstein)





Mad Girl’s Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

- Sylvia Plath



mimbeau:

Exposition Universelle
Paris 1937
François Kollar

loganwu:

Coney Island 2014

fyeah-history:

Statue of Liberty’s head on display at Paris World’s Fair, 1878

kkathogwarts:

psycho house inside - Google Search on We Heart It.



I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires
F. Scott Fitzgerald


They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
F. Scott Fitzgerald


aprilelle:

my immediate response was WHAT? Much too young. Makes me want to embrace life even more so.
RIP 

Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.

penandpage:

whisperrun:

whisperrun:

theneverendingdrums:

anywigwilldo:

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after a while i became convinced that the words were mocking me

Nothing happened. 

I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE

*throws down gauntlet*

Edit: Went back. This is the best thing to happen to my dashboard ever.

Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture. 

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wordssongspictures:

Photo by Edouard Boubat, France 1947