La bailadora
¡Ardores, aromas y ritmos mantienes
en plural encanto y en prestigio vario,
y ardes y perfumas, en lentos vaivenes,
como un incensario!
José Juan Tablada
LAS PROSTITUTAS…
Las prostitutas
Ángeles de la Guarda
de las tímidas vírgenes;
ellas detienen la embestida
de los demonios y sobre el burdel
se levantan las casas de cristal
donde sueñan las niñas…
José Juan Tablada
I wanted to share my love for the chiffon fabric in lolita, so here is a little display of victorian maiden’s models in white / ivory / off-white (Part 2)
You can see the part 1 in pink here. (Btw thank you for the crazy reblogging! <3)
98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.
though a well known fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living instead off his monthly state pension of 80 euros.
there’s still good in this world
(via ophelies)
"¿Y si la muerte es la muerte,
qué será de los poetas
y de las cosas dormidas
que ya nadie las recuerda?"
- “Canción otoñal”, Federico García Lorca. (via villings)
(via villings)
"How I should like to know other people just as I know myself.” Anna said seriously and dreamily. “Am I worse than other people or better? I think I’m worse."
- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via littlethingwithfeathers)
