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you’d been betrothed to lunacy;
oh, but siren of the bourn,
how the madman adored you,
and how he loved you still.

our ends are our beginnings, a.m.

(Ophelia, for ndsays.)

(via tillwedrown)

yellowberd:

"I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure, for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprung up beneath us and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud."
Bright Star (2009) directed by Jane Campion

yellowberd:

"I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure, for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprung up beneath us and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud."

Bright Star (2009) directed by Jane Campion

(via electricalice)