Poet Aesthetic Gallery
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If I had a nickel for every time I thought of running away and living in places like this, I would h
Petrus van Schendel, Nachtelijke marine (Unknown date) // Hart Crane, “To Brooklyn Bridge” (1933)
You don’t spell love, you feel it
when the sky is dark and stars are scattered up above us,when the night air is cool, the wind nothin
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teet
A Change Of Heart - The 1975
Emilie’s Essential Oil Rank-jed
hello! it’s been a while since i’ve posted (sorry), but i wanted to get some constructive criticism
It must be immense, this silence, in which sounds and movements have room, and if one thinks that al
the world is overwhelming, i feel as if i’m melting. six feet under, bound and screaming,unable to s
my love is spare change,left behind in your pocket. a photograph keptin a lost heart shaped locket.
Thank you, Minh Nguyen, for the beautiful write-up on Galéé Sin in @artpracticalsf. Such a tender an
darrenjolras:POETRY AESTHETICS — la belle dame sans merci, john keatsIV. I met a lady in the meads,
I started writing letters to people, telling them things that I would never have the courage to say
Roses & Books ⚜ VoyageVisuel ⚜ “When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to ob
ellefanningplace:erinayanianmonroe: Elle + 19th century aesthetic = poetry. Mary Shelley is coming!.
shadows make me scream, i’m scared of what lurks beneath. bloody nails and broken teeth,unable to fa
duettaeann:An autumn sunset, 8 X 2017Let me listen to my hearts contentAs I lie among those stately
macedons:moodboard aesthetics: apollo, the god of poetry and light
macedons:moodboard aesthetics: apollo, the god of poetry and light
girlrose:golden hour - kacey musgraves
hold my hand while we walk through busy streets and fill our lungs with cold, crisp evening air
Dark Roomwhy is it that she feltdeeply connected to a room,where she could neither seenor hearand fe
Star of Eight Pointsand they gazed into battle,his thoughts like an army behind him,hers as a solid
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