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He knows he will be born again,
And start fresh anew.
... Dejan Stojanovic (via observando)
  8:56 am, reblogged  by mzlolly, [ 19 notes ]


amen

amen

(Source: misfit-vibess)

  8:48 am, reblogged  by mzlolly, [ 428 notes ]


And all at once the heavy night
Fell from my eyes and I could see, —
A drenched and dripping apple-tree,
A last long line of silver rain,
A sky grown clear and blue again.
And as I looked a quickening gust
Of wind blew up to me and thrust
Into my face a miracle
Of orchard-breath, and with the smell, —
I know not how such things can be! —
I breathed my soul back into me.
Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I
And hailed the earth with such a cry
As is not heard save from a man
Who has been dead, and lives again.
About the trees my arms I wound;
Like one gone mad I hugged the ground;
I raised my quivering arms on high;
I laughed and laughed into the sky.
...

Edna St. Vincent Millay (via observando)

yes

  8:31 am, reblogged  by mzlolly, [ 71 notes ]


meadow spirituality

meadow spirituality

  8:26 am, by mzlolly


 

br4vado:

thisblogtasteslikepepsicola no doubt you’ve heard this but I’ve never been more content probably

(Source: zvyozdochka)

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lemecestmoi:

un classique…

lemecestmoi:

un classique…

  7:49 am, reblogged  by mzlolly, [ 9 notes ]


deprincessed:

Shoe’s by Marc Jacobs from editorial ‘Moi Je Joue’ featuring Sophie Delaporte shot by Sophie Srej for Lula S/S 2013 #16

deprincessed:

Shoe’s by Marc Jacobs from editorial ‘Moi Je Joue’ featuring Sophie Delaporte shot by Sophie Srej for Lula S/S 2013 #16

  7:49 am, reblogged  by mzlolly, [ 4,885 notes ]


aestheticgoddess:

Automat, Edward Hopper, 1927 

aestheticgoddess:

Automat, Edward Hopper, 1927 

  7:41 am, reblogged  by mzlolly, [ 444 notes ]


There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the Muses, enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric….But he, who, not being inspired and having no touch of madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks he will get into the temple by the help of art—he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man is nowhere at all when he enters into rivalry with the madman.
... Plato (via observando)

Hahaha

  7:41 am, reblogged  by mzlolly, [ 133 notes ]


hellanne:

by Ada Hamza
  7:24 am, reblogged  by mzlolly, [ 981 notes ]