secret destroyer

Keira Knightley in Atonement

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 23:07:28 +0700

Keira Knightley in Atonement

dissolution into stardust

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 23:05:00 +0700

He spent his last days orbiting the moon. As his rocket ship flew, he neither thought of nor glanced back at the earth. All but the moon was speckled with dark infinities. He sat there, silent until his ship reached the blanket of stars, a-washed with a spotless candor.

He spent them with his wife, her handmaiden hands wrought with ugly stretched lines that tore at her white skin. She said nothing as she took his hand and kissed it lightly. He said nothing but only stared at the moon and its dusty glow. She wept while he pondered at his opus, the lightning rod that struck the moon in the centre of its eye.

They spent their last days sick and weary, complete in each other’s waking dreams and sleeping nightmares. But it was in their last days that they realised how everyone was dying anyway, that life before death was only what time had consumed and destroyed. It was in that belief that made their journey to the moon that much more sweet; that perishable beauty was something ephemeral, to be caught only during fleeting slits in time that would, at a moment’s notice, disappear entirely. And they held on to that beauty before that defining moment that would rupture their bodies to dissolve into stardust.

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Fri, 01 Jun 2012 20:00:13 +0700

"There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a..."

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 15:47:38 +0700

“There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.”

- Colette

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Fri, 01 Jun 2012 11:51:41 +0700

"When I see you, the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at..."

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 07:59:06 +0700

“When I see you, the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops, and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you.”

- James Frey

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Fri, 01 Jun 2012 03:59:16 +0700

"She asked me what made me do such a thing. That is an awkward question because I often can’t tell..."

Thu, 31 May 2012 19:53:47 +0700

“She asked me what made me do such a thing. That is an awkward question because I often can’t tell what makes me do things. Sometimes I do them just to find out what I feel like doing them. And sometimes I do them because I want to have some exciting things to tell my grandchildren.”

- Emily of New Moon (via 99lions)

alecshao: Poppy Cockburn

Thu, 31 May 2012 16:12:57 +0700

alecshao:

Poppy Cockburn

It’s like a song that has been sung too many times, and too long forgotten to be retrieved...

Thu, 31 May 2012 16:01:00 +0700

It’s like a song that has been sung too many times, and too long forgotten to be retrieved again. I know we don’t have much time to live, and we never had time to really look at the world while it existed, but I’d rather have those glimpses into the truths of the universe than spend a dull eternity with you until the mundanity of every-day life consumes and corrodes you. 　

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Thu, 31 May 2012 13:38:23 +0700

"Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it’s..."

Thu, 31 May 2012 11:48:54 +0700

“Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it’s dangerous, that it’s painful and risky, that it’s making a dare in the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?”

- Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go (via jaegerjaques)

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Thu, 31 May 2012 07:50:56 +0700

"I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in..."

Thu, 31 May 2012 03:58:31 +0700

“I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.”

- C. S. Lewis (via amorette)

chiarizzle: Valley by phitar on Flickr.

Wed, 30 May 2012 19:57:42 +0700

chiarizzle:

Valley by phitar on Flickr.

"He stepped down, trying not too look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the..."

Wed, 30 May 2012 16:12:35 +0700

““He stepped down, trying not too look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.””

- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via wingsforlashes)

Mesmerizing photographs taken by Marina Richter

Wed, 30 May 2012 15:58:26 +0700

Mesmerizing photographs taken by Marina Richter

The perfume that her body exhaled was of the quality of that earth-flesh, fungi, which smells of...

Wed, 30 May 2012 15:52:10 +0700

The perfume that her body exhaled was of the quality of that earth-flesh, fungi, which smells of captured dampness and yet is so dry, overcast with the odour of oil of amber, which is an inner malady of the sea, making her seem as if she had invaded a sleep incautious and entire. Her flesh was the texture of plant life, and beneath it one sensed a frame, broad, porous and sleep-worn, as if sleep were a decay fishing her beneath the visible surface. About her head there was an effulgence as of phosphorous glowing about the circumference of a body of water—as if her life lay through her in ungainly luminous deteriorations—the troubling structure of the born somnambule. — DJUNA BARNES, Nightwood.

day488: (by Akin Cetin)

Wed, 30 May 2012 13:48:42 +0700

day488:

(by Akin Cetin)

lucystardust: untitled by shotgun-season on Flickr.

Wed, 30 May 2012 12:00:34 +0700

lucystardust:

untitled by shotgun-season on Flickr.