theme
"did all of you know the moment God took you back?
did you say a prayer or curse the dark?
"
by From To The Boy Who Exploded, To The Boy Who Drowned, To The Boy Who Fell From Stars by Nicole Blackman (via hush-syrup)
"Beauty makes me hopeless. I don’t care anymore why I have to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls."
by Anne Carson, Prose Poems: On Hedonism
(via violentwavesofemotion)
dpicchiophotos:

I had my boyfriend who smokes use matches for a few days instead of a lighter and record the date and time and whatever he was thinking about while smoking. 
It’s funny that he quit smoking a few weeks after this project. 

dpicchiophotos:

I had my boyfriend who smokes use matches for a few days instead of a lighter and record the date and time and whatever he was thinking about while smoking. 

It’s funny that he quit smoking a few weeks after this project. 

(Source: italdred)

"Always trust your own feeling, rather than others’ discussions, interpretations and arguments. Should you be mistaken, then slowly and with time the natural growth of your inner life will bring you to fuller awareness."
by Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters To A Young Poet (via violentwavesofemotion)

(Source: willowbambi)

acehotel:

Running through The Louvre, from Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Dreamers. 
Today the filmmaker turns 74. And to this day The Louvre forbids running.

acehotel:

Running through The Louvre, from Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Dreamers. 

Today the filmmaker turns 74. And to this day The Louvre forbids running.

"There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself."
by Hermann Hesse (via littleigor)

(Source: negromodelo)

wintercearig:

Ocean / Skin

(Source: kisedbyfire)

"Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be."
by Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via floriental)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."
by Robert Frost  (via pearleyednomad)

(Source: alibis-not-needed-anymore)

(Source: infraromance)

sussurri:

Nishe

sussurri:

Nishe

"Our poems are what the gods couldn’t make without going through us."
by Dean Young, The Art of Recklessness: Poetry as Assertive Force and Contradiction (Graywolf Press, 2010)

(Source: afallowfield)