dreams of her
May 11, 2013
gaude-mihi: Floris Neusüss, Traumbilder
We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
May 3, 2013
Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you’ve got a bad year. Choke those bad days. Choke them down to nothing.
April 30, 2013
“There are two ways of seeing: with the body and with the soul. The body’s sight can sometimes forget, but the soul remembers forever.”
—Alexandre Dumas, from The Count of Monte Cristo (1844-1845, serialized)
(Source: rochelledelaroche, via thesensualstarfish)
I kissed him passionately, I even wanted to bruise him, so that he would not be able to forget me.
I’m happiest when most away
I can bear my soul from its home of clay
On a windy night when the moon is bright
And my eye can wander through worlds of light
April 17, 2013
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
April 9, 2013