Forever Young

had we but world enough, and time.
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.
- Hermann Hesse (via thesteppenwolfe)

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“Why, darling, I don’t live at all when I’m not with you.”
- Hemingway  (via holdenandcaulfield)

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Visiting the zoo in Halloween
marrrmo:

The Virgin Suicides

marrrmo:

The Virgin Suicides

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Joan Miró, This is the Colour of My Dreams, 1925

Joan Miró, This is the Colour of My Dreams, 1925

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The three facets of the great writer — magic, story, lesson — are prone to blend in one impression of unified and unique radiance, since the magic of art may be present in the very bones of the story, in the very marrow of thought. Then with a pleasure which is both sensual and intellectual we shall watch the artist build his castle of cards and watch the castle of cards become a castle of beautiful steel and glass.
- Vladimir Nabokov (via nymphite)

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— Rainer Maria Rilke

— Rainer Maria Rilke

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