Lolita (1962), Stanley Kubrick: The Exhibition

A thousand butterfly skeletons
sleep within my walls.
Federico García Lorca  (via fleurlungs)

misslikey:

and one more from Linda…Pagan Poetry

Only do not forget, if I wake up crying
it’s only because in my dream I’m a lost child
hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XX (via rabbitinthemoon)

sandysays:

au hasard balthazar (bresson, 1966)

I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries  (via lillac-wine)