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— Vicente Aleixandre, from A Longing for the Light; ‘Final Look’ (via seaymphea)

i think one of the sweetest part of loving someone, is having their wellness prioritised as if it were your own. it becomes natural to share whatever goodness you have or do, with them. like "oh!! this chocolate is so good! I'm going to save a piece for her!" or instinctively saying their name in every prayer you make. instead of thinking or doing good for only yourself, you do it for them too. love merge people in such a way, that they become not only a part of our life but an extension of us.

can't get over the oldest living olive tree being over 4000 years old. imagine someone in 200 bc being like look at this old tree. so many living breathing people existed before us and they had lives just like ours and they lived in the same world we live in, only younger. if you stop for a second and close your eyes and listen you can hear what they heard. someone looked at this tree when it was just a sprout. someone ate the first olive from it. and then 2000 years later someone else thinks the very same thing

Frida Kahlo’s box of tricks, Mexico, 1952

bitches and their tiramisu

my mood for love through cinema

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“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”

- Albert Einstein, #botd in 1879

Alfred Eisenstaedt. Woman with children describe the paintings at the Toledo Museum of Art, Ohio, 1939.

Jean-Marc Nattier, The Marquise de Baglion as Flora (detail) & Henriette of France as Flora (detail)