why don't u listen to some folk & blues & realize that our timeless commonalities as humans vastly outweigh what few differences u perceive as alienating

would’ve, could��ve, should’ve // so long, london - taylor swift

Is it just me or does having a positive interaction with a stranger scratch a very particular itch? I think it's the reassurance that the world is not split solely into people who already love you and people who never will.

After Death, 1915, Yevgeni Bauer

– Lucie Brock-Broido, from “A Meadow”

when Simone de Beauvoir said that men don't respect women but rather respect other men through “their women”.... as in a man will act respectful towards a woman only if he has respect for her husband or her lover or her father.... (the same way you would respect that person's property or ideas or opinions or other things that aren't a human being)..... yeah.....

“People were just smaller back then”

Nope. Fat people have always been here, aren’t going anywhere, and have always been beautiful and worthy of respect.

Silently above the place of skulls God’s golden eyes are opening.

Georg Trakl, "Psalm" from To the Silenced (trans. Will Stone)

Their madness embellished with dark and lovely lilies

Georg Trakl, "Three Glances into an Opal" from To the Silenced (trans. Will Stone)

venomous flowers...bloom from my mouth

Georg Trakl, "The Horror" from To the Silenced (trans. Will Stone)

An angel’s opiate eyes of blue.

Georg Trakl, "Amen" from To the Silenced (trans. Will Stone)

Jules Laforgue, from Modern Poets of France: An Anthology; "Lament of the Pianos Heard in Rich Neighborhoods,"

“The rose was so immensely old. From the gardens of Damascus and Persia the garden rose had come to the walled castle gardens of England and to the poor plots of peasants, and for how many centuries it has grown wild in the forests who could say? Its incense breathed from old legends and the dim ways of lost centuries were lit by its beauty. Cold never killed it, and storms did not tear it away from the stones where it clung. It mantled walls as though it loved them, and its flowers leaned in at cottage windows, with chin propped on the sill like a curious child.”

— The White Witch, Elizabeth Goudge (via river–daughter)

‘Sketch for Eros and Psyche’ by John Singer Sargent, c. 1917-21.

Ethel Barrymore, 1930

catholics be like “don’t be horny kids” and then bombard you with images of half naked men tied up to things 

unfortunately if you are an old friend of mine i will always care about you no matter what even if we haven't seen each other in forever because i still remember what you were like 7 years ago and i still remember how it felt to be young with you and i still have a lot of love for you in the back of my mind