"What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis, In The Penal Colony, and Other Stories.
Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from Maria Nephele: A Poem in Two Voices; "The Poet's Song"
The sky a Prussian blue, the sea awash with sunlight, the beach a cinnamon stretch of sand. From where we stood the garden, high on the cliff, was an undulation of variegated green splashed here and there with the yellows, mauves, pinks of flowering shrubs. Clumps of rosemary and lavender grew like weeds. The profusion of scents intoxicated.
Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease (via thebluesthour)
I think lots of nice things about you during the day, but I’m too tired to tell you them.
Simone de Beauvoir (via quotemadness)
Source: quotemadness.com
“HYDRANGEAS” // 1999 ALESSANDRA SANGUINETTI [dye-bleach print | 27 x 27″]
Emily Dickinson, from ’All these my banners be’ (Poem #22), Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
[Text ID: “The swamps are pink with June.”]
