tangible

dreams made flesh.
I think tonight is going to be made of late Amélie screenings in bed.

I think tonight is going to be made of late Amélie screenings in bed.

(via cranberriesinmyhead)

Perhaps.

Perhaps.

(via anchorsandbrokenhearts)

maudelynn:

Smoking Beauty and Artist Corinne Michael West by Jon Boris  ~ c.1930
via https://oldconsciousness.wordpress.com

maudelynn:

Smoking Beauty and Artist Corinne Michael West by Jon Boris  ~ c.1930

via https://oldconsciousness.wordpress.com

… & seven weeks had passed since the flowers. One lone plant remained. Perhaps it caught the most sun at the foot of her bed. Perhaps it just had the most resolve. It bore 14 flowers, all of which seemed unphased by the death around them. 

They would not be enough for braiding, so she let them grow and fill the room with their thick perfume.

She would care for and keep them. She would try. For they swallowed up the horrible memory jasmine had carried, and sang out a new one.

The warm scent reminded her of the sweetness she felt on the street when she’d bought them that first time. The hope she had in that vulnerable gift. It was that memory which she had to summon now — not the cruelty that faced her before or after, but simply that desperate impulse of her own kind heart.

She could grow it in her again. Care for and keep it. She could try.

- works in progress

showslow:

Bloom - 28,000 Potted Flowers Installed at the Massachusetts Mental Health Center by Anna Schuleit 

(via cranberriesinmyhead)

Driving through rural Ohio. Nothing but woods of tangled brown trees under a pale blue sky. Back to the books for a while. #ohio #roadtrip #poetry #verses

Driving through rural Ohio. Nothing but woods of tangled brown trees under a pale blue sky. Back to the books for a while. #ohio #roadtrip #poetry #verses

Who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?

Virginia Woolf, from A Room Of One’s Own 

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

This is the stunning Marie Brassard from our shoot for Buddies in Bad Times Theatre. I saw her show, “Me Talking To Myself in the Future” open last night and it is a work of dark and dreamy GENIUS. I might attend again. Wonderful and masterfully woven. You must see it if you’re in Toronto. It runs till April 6th.

This is the stunning Marie Brassard from our shoot for Buddies in Bad Times Theatre. I saw her show, “Me Talking To Myself in the Future” open last night and it is a work of dark and dreamy GENIUS. I might attend again. Wonderful and masterfully woven. You must see it if you’re in Toronto.
It runs till April 6th.

And there’s no remedy
For memory

Lana Del Rey

She went out and bought as many violets and jasmine flowers as she could carry. She wasn’t sure why. They were simply necessary — and smelled worlds sweeter than the rotten names he’d called her. 

- works in progress

I don’t see how you can carry around as much love as I have given you.

Zelda to Scott, 1919 (via goghst)

(Source: fitzgeraldquotes, via goghst)

browndresswithwhitedots:

Valerie Heine

browndresswithwhitedots:

Valerie Heine