(via hadesthrone)

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micasaessucasa:

(via Library Inspiration)

(via spookyhome)

missfolly:

William Trost Richards - October, 1863

missfolly:

Edgar Degas - Waiting, 1880-1882

sharingpoetry:

I’ve been told
that people in the army
do more by 7:00 am
than I do
in an entire day

but if I wake
at 6:59 am
and turn to you
to trace the outline of your lips
with mine
I will have done enough
and killed no one
in the process.

(Submitted by clemntina)

sharingpoetry:

Poetry slips into dreams
like a diver in a lake.
Poetry, braver than anyone,
slips in and sinks
like lead
through a lake infinite as Loch Ness
or tragic and turbid as Lake Balaton.
Consider it from below:
a diver
innocent
covered in feathers
of will.
Poetry slips into dreams
like a diver who’s dead
in the eyes of God.

(via thelazylazarus)

(Source: lazlazlaz)

theniftyfifties:

Dovima in a patterned summer dress, 1950s.

theniftyfifties:

Frocks for Field Fashions, 1957.

(Source: retrogoddess)

(Source: interiors-porn, via spookyhome)