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The Izabella Dynamic

I bring you with reverent hands / The books of my numberless dreams / White woman that passion has worn / As the tide wears the dove-grey sands / And with heart more old than the horn / That is brimmed from the pale fire of time / White woman with numberless dreams / I bring you my passionate rhyme. - W. B. Yeats

sandersteinsforest:

FOREST by Sander Steins / ©Sander Steins - www.sandersteins.com

sandersteinsforest:

FOREST by Sander Steins / ©Sander Steins - www.sandersteins.com

(via alpinistoamericano)

glowmeakiss:

(via plenum)

It was like autumn, looking at her. It was like driving up north to see the colors

—Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: lostinamerica, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

Already it is October, and the wind blows strong to the sea.

D.H. Lawrence, “Butterfly” (via wordsnquotes)

(via wordsnquotes)

art-and-fury:

The Great Wave off Kanagawa from the series 36 Views of Mt.Fuji - Sagaki Keita

(via post-impressionisms)

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