TRY TO PRAISE THE MUTILATED WORLD

“wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world”

—   e. e. cummings, from “since feeling is first” (via litverve)

“Moi, je t’offrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays
Ou il ne pleut pas”

—   "Ne me quitte pas" - Jacques Brel (via assbutt-i-might-be)

“I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses—”

—   F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via likearegularbookworm)
mimbeau:

At night
Paris 1946
Robert Doisneau

mimbeau:

At night

Paris 1946

Robert Doisneau

“There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.”

—   Pablo Neruda, opening strophe to “Nothing but Death,” trans. Robert Bly, from Neruda and Vallejo: Selected Poems (Beacon Press, 1993)

(Source: sleepinginthesnow, via apoetreflects)