the hands of angels...
sideblog belonging to a baby witch.
currently: doing a summer fellowship, busy with work.

"As the days unfold and pass,
My love becomes a robe
Whose fastenings ever multiply
To hold and bind me." - 鉄輪

honeyfleshed:

“Yes, you’ve entered my bloodstream, the room, the whole springtime is filled with you…”

– Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Stephen Mitchell from Duino Elegies & The Sonnets to Orpheus; “Duino Elegies: The Second Elegy,”

"She loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; out of a sullen hollow in a livid hillside her mind could make an Eden. She found in the bleak solitude many and dear delights."

Charlotte Brontë (via birdandbriar)

"We dream – it is good we are dreaming – / It would hurt us – were we awake –"

Emily Dickinson, from Final Harvest: Poems (via luthienne)
turbinis: “ (by Joe Pepper) ”

turbinis:

(by Joe Pepper)

lussekatter: “pathway ”

lussekatter:

pathway

mazzygay:

just some spaces and places

windflowerfairy:

“I only find relief from … sadness … by living a dreamy existence from which realities are excluded…”

Mary Shelley

the-obverse:

“I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things for us” 

weddingsandlesbians:

Kim + Sade
Church of Åmot, Sweden

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