The stars are falling like rain.


And some people feel the rain while others just get wet (Marley).

Twenty-one year-old girl, Lisa, from New England. INFP. Lover of the diggable tsac.

crazygirlmuses:

:’(

    RIP Michael Johns

      William Ernest Henley’s “A Love By The Sea”

      Out of the starless night that covers me,
      (O tribulation of the wind that rolls!)
      Black as the cloud of some tremendous spell,
      The susurration of the sighing sea 
      Sounds like the sobbing whisper of two souls
      That tremble in a passion of farewell.

      To the desires that trebled life in me,
      (O melancholy of the wind that rolls!)
      The dreams that seemed the future to foretell,
      The hopes that mounted herward like the sea,
      To all the sweet things sent on happy souls,
      I cannot choose but bid a mute farewell.

      And to the girl who was so much to me
      (O lamentation of this wind that rolls!)
      Since I may not the life of her compel, 
      Out of the night, beside the sounding sea,
      Full of the love that might have blent our souls,
      A sad, a last, a long, supreme farewell. 

        William Ernest Henley’s “Invictus”

        Out of the night that covers me,
        Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
        I thank whatever gods may be
        For my unconquerable soul.

        In the fell clutch of circumstance
        I have not winced nor cried aloud.
        Under the bludgeonings of chance
        My head is bloody, but unbowed.

        Beyond this place of wrath and tears
        Looms but the Horror of the shade,
        And yet the menace of the years
        Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

        It matters not how strait the gate,
        How charged with punishments the scroll.
        I am the master of my fate:
        I am the captain of my soul. 

          wetreesinart:

Edward Steichen (Lux.-Am. 1879-1973), Road into the Valley - Moonrise, 1906, photogravure, 16,3 x 20,6 cm, Paris, musée d’Orsay

          wetreesinart:

          Edward Steichen (Lux.-Am. 1879-1973), Road into the Valley - Moonrise, 1906, photogravure, 16,3 x 20,6 cm, Paris, musée d’Orsay

          (Source: art-is-art-is-art)

            wetreesinart:

Max Liebermann (German 1847-1935), Allée in Overveen, Netherlands, 1895,

            wetreesinart:

            Max Liebermann (German 1847-1935), Allée in Overveen, Netherlands, 1895,

            (Source: sketchbookofbalderdash)

              lonequixote:

New York ~ Joaquin Sorolla
                lonequixote:

Water Lilies, 1907 ~ Claude Monet

                lonequixote:

                Water Lilies, 1907 Claude Monet

                  wetreesinart:

Alfred Sisley (Brit.-Fr., 1839-1899), La Route de Versailles à Louveciennes, huile sur toile, c.1870, New York, Metropolitan Museum of Art

                  wetreesinart:

                  Alfred Sisley (Brit.-Fr., 1839-1899), La Route de Versailles à Louveciennes, huile sur toile, c.1870, New York, Metropolitan Museum of Art

                    wetreesinart:


Alexandre Nozal (Fr. 1852-1929), Nocturne. Le lac Léman-Souvenir de Villeneuve, 1895, aquarelle, papier beige, 32,8 x 50,2 cm, Paris, Petit Palais

                    wetreesinart:

                    Alexandre Nozal (Fr. 1852-1929), Nocturne. Le lac Léman-Souvenir de Villeneuve, 1895, aquarelle, papier beige, 32,8 x 50,2 cm, Paris, Petit Palais
                      lonequixote:

Antibes Seen from the Salis Gardens ~ Claude Monet

                      lonequixote:

                      Antibes Seen from the Salis Gardens Claude Monet

                        
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                          Natalie Dormer on Women and Body Image in Hollywood during SDCC 2014 (x)

                          (Source: rubyredwisp)

                              "Dawn" by William Carlos Williams

                              Ecstatic bird songs pound 
                              the hollow vastness of the sky 
                              with metallic clinkings— 
                              beating color up into it 
                              at a far edge,—beating it, beating it 
                              with rising, triumphant ardor,— 
                              stirring it into warmth, 
                              quickening in it a spreading change,— 
                              bursting wildly against it as 
                              dividing the horizon, a heavy sun 
                              lifts himself—is lifted— 
                              bit by bit above the edge 
                              of things,—runs free at last 
                              out into the open—!lumbering 
                              glorified in full release upward— 
                              songs cease. 

                                CREDIT