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do the poet and scientist not work analogously?

wolf-blooded, lion-hearted.

everything is queued.

anna sophie berger


anna sophie berger

Bring me the sunset in a cup.
Emily Dickinson (via mythologyofblue)

Mariacarla’s hands, backstage at Prada 

Mariacarla’s hands, backstage at Prada 

you scare me like a church into which i have not been invited,
all stained glass and echo vaults and rows of candles
and the unshakeable feeling that there are rules
that i do not know
and which i will break.

— “accidental blasphemist”, é.


More accidental London Fashion Week

My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.
Virginia Woolf, from Selected Letters  (via petrichour)