January 2012
36 posts
“A steady stream of strange short stories spilled from my typewriter, weirder and...”
– “Wasted” Marya Hornbacher (via woefultale)
“I don’t want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to...”
– “A Streetcar Named Desire”
(seberg-jean)
seafoamchild:
I wish I was a mermaid lost forever in the sea. (I simply don’t want to be. not here, not now not for a million years.)
woefultale asked: Hello unpetaling, tell me something about yourself, I presume we're soulmates (petals of the same rose). Your mind is like a whimsical garden.
Life through music Put your IPod on shuffle and see what your soundtrack would be if your life was a movie.
Opening Credits: Naiad by Tarja Turunen (cool I’m a mermaid)
Waking Up: Five String Serenade by Mazzy Star
Falling In Love: Milk by Garbage
Fight Song: Dance in the Dark by Lady Gaga
Breaking up song: Davy Jones’ Locket from Pirates of the Caribbean
Life’s Okay: Half A Week...
“For the apple was so cunningly made, that all the poison was in the rosy half of it. Snow White longed for the beautiful apple, and as she saw the peasant woman eating a piece of it she could no longer refrain, but stretched out her hand and took the poisoned half. But no sooner had she taken a morsel of it into her mouth than she fell to the earth as dead.”
—Jacob and Wilhelm...
“She is still on her balcony
green flesh, her hair green, dreaming in the bitter sea.”
—Romance Sonambulo, Federico Garcia Lorca
Lorca
oceaninurbedroom:
Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on the mountain. With the shadow at the waist she dreams on her balcony, green flesh, green hair, with eyes of cold silver.
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“Romance Sonámbulo” (“Ballad of the Sleepwalker)”
“They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.”
– Sylvia Plath (via waitingforteaagain)
“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a...”
– Georgia O’Keeffe (via lavandula)
“The morning breezes have secrets to tell; don’t go back to sleep.”
– Rumi (via vashti)
“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors...”
– Angela Carter, from The Lady of the House of Love (via butterflyflutterbygoodbye)
December 2011
28 posts
“I think a lot, but I don’t say much.”
– Anne Frank (via mirroir)
“There were three lovely sisters, so transparent and delicate. There was a wonderful sweet fragrance, and the girls disappeared into the woods. The scent grew stronger—three coffins, in which the lovely girls lay, glided out from the edge of the forest over the lake. Are the dancing girls sleeping or are they dead? The flower fragrance says they’re corpses—”
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