…and somewhere something is missing I do all the right things maybe I’m just...– Nikki Giovanni.
The Butterfly, Nikki Giovanni
poetry365: those things which you so laughingly call hands are in fact two brown butterflies fluttering across the pleasure they give my body
LOOKBOOK.nu: Brunch →
I’d like a flat white, a day of pale skies and a real kiss Inside an old house, by the seaside you can take off my blouse But take it from me, I’m disorderly and you’d be off better writing someone else your love letter ‘cause I’m always on the road and of course I wanna know you better but you know the way it goes well, a telegram’s no substitute ...
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All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive,...– Joseph Conrad (via nihilnoetia) (via booklover)
When things go wrong at 10 o’clock in the morning, we – or rather you –...– Jerome K. Jerome (via underfundig) (via booklover)
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If you could hear me, i would say our finger prints never fade from the lives we touch.
So I know there to be a home, somewhere, for every element of my multitasking skills to find fruition. I know there is a balance to be unearthed in my love for the animals, in nature, in physical activity, in art of every form, in tattooing, in being an outrageous dork. .. It’s only a matter of time, now. And my biggest, life-long challenge has always been patience. via Into The West
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love is a place by e. e. cummings
casinegro: love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds (via poesies)
But is it such a bad thing to live like this for just a little while? Just for a...– Elizabeth Gilbert
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear: it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited where its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserved. Percy Shelley (1792 - 1822)
LOOKBOOK.nu: my spirit ran to greet you before my... →
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And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees,...– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotewhore)
You're a song, written by the hands of God
don’t get me wrong, but this might sound to you a bit odd… but you own the place, where all my thoughts go hiding..
I thought, there is nowhere else in the universe I would rather be at this...– Robbert Sheffield, Love is a Mix Tape: Life and Loss, One Song at a Time (via quotesixty) great book!
I dance and I become and I live and I love and I enjoy everything beautiful in...– dias-y-flores (via awritersruminations) (via booklover)
Where is this love? I can’t see it, I can’t touch it. I can’t feel it. I can...– Closer (via quotewhore)
I went from the floor of the deepest ocean up to the surface where I am now...– Christine MacDonald (via quotewhore)