🏹about me— I am a dreamer, an old soul trapped in a young body. I talk to the stars and send letters to the moon. I miss things I never had, I want to leave for distant lands to never come back. 🦢 here is my nest. 🧾 "...What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she would fly." — The Virgin Suicides
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A snowball fight in front of Notre-Dame-de-Paris in 1938.
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“[…] Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death,”
— John Keats, from Ode To A Nightingale
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“Last Goodbye” by Jeff Buckley
This is our last goodbye I hate to feel the love between us die. But it’s over Just hear this and then I’ll go: You gave me more to live for, More than you’ll ever know.
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I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one hour more of sleep and live. If I did not have this time to be myself, to write here, to be alone, I would somehow, inexplicably, lose a part of my integrity.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Louise Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun (detail)
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“Flesh and the Devil” (1926) - Clarence Brown
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"I am alone in my room, between two worlds."
– Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"
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I would have conceived of you in dreams if you had never been.
Alexander Lernet-Holenia, Baron Bagge (1936)
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Marcel Proust, from The Complete Works; “Remembrance of Things Past,”
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Tea cup ring I made a few days ago.
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“She dreams more often than she sleeps.”
— (via alunit)
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“You are silk, red silk. You are a net of misinterpretations; your beauty is like no other. Among all pale flowers, you are a rose. A white, transparent rose with wet, teary petals. I love the way you preserve such admirable capacity of observing other people’s solitude including your own. What helps you to live is not life itself but something far greater and untouchable. You live with yourself without censoring the rest of the world; altogether, my dear, you are an endangered species. Yet you need no saving. You are a lifeguard of own your mind. Imagine the rarity of that!”
— Katherine Mansfield, from Selected Letters.
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1920 c. Cartier pearl and diamond bracelet. From Art Deco, FB.
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Jacques-Louis David - Equestrian portrait of StanisĹ‚aw Kostka PotockiÂ
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"At times of snow, moonlight and blossom / Above all other times, I think of you with love."
Bo Juyi, as referenced in pg. 340 of 'The Pillow Book' by Sei Shonagon trans. Meredith McKinney
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