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ENGLISH-ROSES

I am a dreamer, an old soul trapped in a young body. I talk to the stars and send letters to the moon. I miss things I never had, I want to leave for distant lands to never come back.

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"... What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she would fly."
— The Virgin Suicides

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“Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.”

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“Pierre Carrier-Belleuse - Reaching for the ballet shoe (detail)
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Pierre Carrier-Belleuse - Reaching for the ballet shoe (detail)

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I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.

T.S. Eliot - ‘Preludes (IV)’, The Waste Land and Other Poems

"O upturned glance: / new, warm, receding ripple of the heart –"

Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies, "The Second Elegy" (tr. Alfred Corn)

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Whimsical switch plates by Leandra Drumm

“She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart”

— Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Mermaid

“The things I find most beautiful about a person are almost never physical.”

Mark Patterson

You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.

Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

“I defend Not my voice, but my silence.”

— Anna Akhmatova, trans. M. M. Kralin, quoted by Judith Hemschemeyer, in The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova

“I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.”

Esse, by Czeslaw Milosz

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Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; “The Erl-King,”

The statue of Diana comes to life, puts an arrow in her bow and aims at Avenant.
La Belle et la Bête, 1946

"i withdraw in silence like a silk ribbon…"

 vicente huidobro, from the selected poetry; “tout a coup”

“I live for the first cold / twilight, the dry leaf scent,”

— Alice Jones, from “Persephone”

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Swan Lake - Ballet Suite, Op. 20 - Finale
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London Symphony Orchestra