the melancholy hare
that old, proverbial sadness

laurencephilomene:

I got more conscious of the kitchen window backyards’ seasons’ daily view, here morning snow-dropped window sill January 23, 1987, white roofed toolshed, bare branched trees of Heaven, fences & fire escapes visible snow-line, Times. - Allen Ginsberg
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
And what did I see I had not seen before?
Only a question less or a question more;
Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Wild Swans” (via proustitute)
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meiringens:

Clair de Lune, Claude Debussy

(Source: lucy-vanpelt)

witchesandslippersandhoods:

A Style That Could Grow on You, photographed by Bruce Weber, 1984
artdetails:

Bouguereau, Innocence (detail)
deadpaint:

Albert Jospeh Moore, Red Berries (detail)