Onze Lieve Vrouw in ‘t Zand
A vintage postcard of the miraculous statue of Our Lady in the Sand in Roermond, the Netherlands.
The Devil tarot © Krist Mort
All our land was enriched with my treasures buried in it, thickly inhabited just below the surface with my marbles and my teeth and my colored stones, all perhaps turned to jewels by now, held together under the ground in a powerful taut web which never loosened, but held fast to guard us.
|—||Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle (via whirlerdog)|
You are, at once, both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
|—||Franz Kafka (via a-sensible-heart)|