enigmatic

Sky only

(via m-rlz)

"And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun,
And she forgot the blue above the trees,
And she forgot the dells where waters run,
And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze;
She had no knowledge when the day was done,
And the new morn she saw not: but in peace
Hung over her sweet Basil evermore,
And moisten’d it with tears unto the core."

John Keats, Isabella; or, the Pot of Basil (LIII)

(Source: arpeggia)

litverve:

Danielle Hughson

"And the heart, unscrolled,
is comforted by such small things:
a cup of green tea rescues us, grows deep and large, a lake."

Jane Hirschfield, from “Recalling a Sung Dynasty Landscape”

(Source: proustitute)

(via fuckyeahryutarouarimura)

"But then she settles down,
remembering that, in fact, she
is what the world’s afraid of."

Sharp Teeth by Toby Barlow

(Source: lisaplaceholder)

floorabella:

“Paper…”

"Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem. Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper."

Richard Siken, Black Telephone (Spork Editor’s Page)

(Source: zacharz)

modernilluminators:

Salvador Dali’s illustrations for Alice in Wonderland. It’s interesting to compare how a writer explores “nonsense” and how Dali did the same through surrealism. 

"I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane."

George Orwell, 1984

(Source: evocativesynthesis)

aphelia:

79ideas-book-with-flowers by 79 ideas on Flickr.

"We’re kind of like a coral reef, there are a number of other species occupying us."

Michael Pollan

(Source: ucresearch)

(via wolfcrown)

"Vladimir Nabokov, encouragingly, was a champion insomniac. He believed that this was the best way to divide people: those who slept; those who didn’t. The great line in Transparent Things, one of the saddest novels in English: ‘Night is always a giant but this one was especially terrible.’"

Martin Amis, London Fields

(Source: panoramicchrestomathy)

Underwater By rischmauers

(via r2--d2)