“The thick baffling blades of false world customs rip off my views and ideas,like breaking every string of my aesthetic thoughts in disdain and jealousy;pain pain enough your tigrine roars before I die.” SoulPainSufferingQuotesBloodFlowerLonelySuicideStormAwfulVisionaryPoesyScatterGarlandBudsDeathnoteDirgePoundingNithinpurplequotesSuicidialThrobsVenusandcrepuscleWreathLifelostVenuslover Book:Venus and Crepuscule Source: Venus and Crepuscule
“Ah! listen the song of storm from my disturbed soul;and it scatters flower buds into its lonely halls;like every pain needs a dirge,with wreaths that awful the world framed one for me,and gives the time it calls.” WorldSoulPainSufferingQuotesBloodSocietyFlowerLonelySuicideStormAwfulTime TravelTravelingVisionarySociety DenialSenselessnessLast DaysPoesyGarlandBudsDeathnoteDirgePoundingNithinpurplequotesSuicidialThrobsVenusandcrepuscleWreathLifelostVenusloverBitter ThoughtsCatterSoul Searching Poison Book:Venus and Crepuscule Source: Venus and Crepuscule
“Wianki are traditionally worn by maidens at festivals, especially on St. John's Eve, which was always near Midsummer's Eve. At the end of the festival, the maidens would throw their flower wreaths into the water. If yours became tangled with another girl's, then you were destined to be best friends. If it sank, then you would likely never get married and probably have a lot of cats. But, if a young man snatched your wreath from the water, then the two of you were destined to be married.” TraditionalPolishWreathCircletWianki Book:The Optimist's Guide to Letting Go Source: The Optimist's Guide to Letting Go