violentwavesofemotion:

when fyodor dostoevsky said “i, over here, keep thinking of all these things, and my heart beats fast”

malinconie:

Amore e Psiche, Antonio Canova
Musée du Louvre, Paris

currentboat:

“Shetlandic has a word, pirr, meaning ‘a light breath of wind, such as will make a cat’s paw on the water’…Yet it is clear that we increasingly make do with an impoverished language for landscape. A place literacy is leaving us.”

— Robert Macfarlane in The Guardian, on the lexicon of landscapes (via superlinguo)

mattybing1025:

_{Alain Delon in Tokyo, 1963}

the-book-diaries:

“Suddenly I become filled with a consuming impatience to be gone.”

— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
(via the-book-diaries)

filmografie:

Sonia Petrovna in Indian Summer (1972), dir. Valerio Zurlini

antigonick:

“—and you bewitch her. She is in your blood and your bones. By night and by day.”

— Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

your-lovers-and-drifters:

Le Petit Soldat, 1963

lavandarbalm:

“Her breath is like honey spiced with cloves, her mouth delicious as a ripened mango. To press kisses on her skin is to taste the lotus, the deep cave of her navel hides a store of spices. What pleasure lies beyond, the tongue knows, but cannot speak of it.”

—

“Aphrodite: a memoir of the senses” by Isabelle Allende 

(via

cherryroses

)

vintageeveryday:

Parisian women in 1946.