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“Finally, the flying witch wants to make her way through the air, and the ballon, following this route of the birds, carries us farther than the eagles and higher than the clouds…”

— Charles Louandre, La sorcellerie


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2022-08-09

- 👻👻👻"It is absurd asking me to behave myself. I must rattle my chains, and groan through keyholes, and walk about at night if that is what you mean. It is my only reason for existing." the ghost says...

"The Canterville Ghost" - Oscar Wilde 📚😱😱😱

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2022-08-08

"The spirit thou lamentest is not gone;
Ye caverns and ye forests, cease to moan!" (Shelley)

🎨 San'Ok (2021)

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2022-08-04

I deck myself with silks and jewelry,
         I plume myself like any mated dove:
They praise my rustling show, and never see
         My heart is breaking for a little love.

L.E.L., Christina Rossetti



Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802-1838) 🎨 by Maclise

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2022-08-04

“We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories... And those that carry us forward, are dreams.”

~ H.G. Wells - New Worlds For Old
📚💖

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2022-08-03


You have probably observed that your baby-sister wants to do all sorts of things that your mother want[s] her not to do. […] It simply means that she is doing as she has seen the fairies do; […] and it takes about two years to get her into human ways.

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2022-08-02

“The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance…”🔥

— Charles Baudelaire



🌙 Peter Wedel

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2022-07-30

The Forest is dark, dearie, The Forest is dark;
The moment you think that you’re lost in the woods, then you are.

—Emory R. Frie, Wonderland
art by Tom Krieger

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2022-07-29

The cats of born 28 July 1866. Here we have Miss Moppet, Tom Kitten & his sisters, & wicked Simpkin from the Tailor of Gloucester.

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2022-07-28

“Ask her what she craved, and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons.
Also freedom.”

~Charles Frazier, Nightwoods.🎨 Sheri Dinardi.

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2022-07-27

"Whirl up, sea—
whirl your pointed pines,
splash your great pines
on our rocks,
hurl your green over us,
cover us with your pools of fir.'
-Oread, H.D.

🎨Bartolomeo Giuliano

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2022-07-23

- “But Thor said nothing. He was thinking about the night before, and wrestling old age, of drinking the sea.

He was thinking about the Midgard serpent.”

~ Neil Gaiman, Norse Mythology

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2022-07-22

"My soul is full of longing for the secrets of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.”



~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 🎨Ken Knight.

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2022-07-21

‘Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody—
Sit ye near some old Cavern’s Mouth and brood…’
—John Keats
‘On the Sea’
🎨 Balke

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2022-07-21

"The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy...The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural & wonderful existence. It is nothing but love & emotion; it is the Living Infinite."

- Jules Verne

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2022-07-21

“A brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
Dash’d all to pieces.”
Miranda, The Tempest, Act 1, Sc 2

Image: John William Waterhouse, 1916

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2022-07-21

“There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath...”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, the Whale
🎨by Anton Lomaev

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2022-07-21

‘I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.’
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

🖼 The Coming of Night, Wilfrid de Glehn, 1897. 

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2022-07-21

'About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.'
-Virginia Woolf

🎨Constantin Meunier

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2022-07-21

“… some watery hell, where the air grew stagnant, and no sound disturbed the slumbers of the kraken.” (Poe)

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2022-07-20