February 2012
i saw your lips, your nakedness, the trees, that dappled light. i dreamt of...
– Luke Davies, Totem Poem (via beryl-azure)
… It is unbearably painful
For the soul to love silently.
– Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems (translated by Judith Hemschemeyer)
Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one...
– Claude Monet (via suzywire)
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ratak-monodosico:
This sickness, to express oneself. What is it?
Jean Cocteau, The Art of Fiction No. 34. Interviewed by William Fifield