I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds. I want to gaze with astonishment at moldy garden fences, I want to experience them all, to hear young birch plantations and trembling leaves, to see light and sun, enjoy wet, green-blue valleys in the evening, sense goldfish glinting, see white clouds building up in the sky, to speak to flowers. I want to look intently at grasses and pink people, old venerable churches, to know what little cathedrals say, to run without stopping along curving meadowy slopes across vast plains, kiss the earth and smell soft warm marshland flowers. And then I shall shape things so beautifully: fields of colour…
Egon Schiele, from a letter to Anton Peschka written 1910
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†‡† (Ritualz)- Third Eye Sixth Sense
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April 25, 1928
Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931 [volume 4]
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Morning fog on the river
Photographer: Mehmet Onelge
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“In a field. With the moon. And the dark. And the dirt. With your mouth. And just one word: god god god.”
— Daphne Gottlieb, 15 Ways to Stay Alive
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“I want to daydream here in the dark, listening to the trees behind the house reciting their poems.”
— Billy Collins, “Fiftieth Birthday Eve” (via misswallflower)
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Werewolves by Dima Derzhavin
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