kill4manson:

sirenoirs:

“No ancient gardens mirrored in the eyes, nothing can hold this heart steeped in the sea––”

— Stéphane Mallarmé, from Collected Poems; “Sea Breeze”
(via serpenstiarae)

poetic–rose:

“Maidens with golden hair dripped sea-blue tears into the book’s spine.”

— Jeffrey Eugenides, from The Virgin Suicides

dan-draper:

imsoofuckingsad:

Remember, you can disappear into the woods whenever you want. You’re an adult.

tempting