Tag Archives: poetic
honeyangelbaby: Teenage girlhood is the loneliest thing in the world.. womanhood is finding yrself in that isolation
bmbo: The sound of rain and ocean waves bring so much inner peace.
violentwavesofemotion: “You taught me the touch of roses, and the caresses of life.” — Maurice Maeterlinck, from Complete Poems; “La Couronnes des Soirs,”
rosyconcept: one of my absolute favourite things is listening to somebody talking about their favourite things. watching their eyes light up and their cheeks become flushed from excitement. hearing their voice become rapid and pitchy as they simply can’t find enough words to show the depth of their emotion. the pure, unadulterated joy of seeing …
manyfetes: “Her bedroom had seemed so pink and young and delicate, appropriate to her pastel-shaded lingerie tossed here and there on chair and bed.” — The Beautiful and Damned
juansendizon: “The heart turns to poetry what the mind can’t understand.” — Juansen Dizon
laduree-et-cigarettes: “Desire as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.” — Anne Carson, “On Hedonism,” Great American Prose Poems: From Poe to Present. (via angelsoap)