She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all
A heart whose love is innocent!

George Gordon Byron (via observando)


Spanish Steps - Rome - Italy (von PhillipC)

“Kerouac: You’re ruining American poetry, O’Hara.
O’Hara: That’s more than you ever did for it, Kerouac.”

Frank O’Hara (via observando)


neginmirsalehi-best summer

Ralph & Russo Haute Couture Fall 2014



(via fuckyesjamesmcavoy)


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