Tag Archives: poetic

saltaconmigo: please handle me with care i’m a very sleepy and soft creature

thekingoflosthope: “And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself; and in the wasteland of desire your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.”” —  Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal 

seaymph: “The quiet radiance of deep awaiting eyes,” — Gertrud Kolmar, tr. by Michael Hamburger, from “The Unicorn,” c. 1942  (via loveage-moondream)

memoryslandscape: “A gentle breeze leans in to offer truth. Leaves refuse to listen, each its own shimmering deity, little gods among a larger God.” — Greg Sellers, from “Anderson’s Matins with a Brush in One Hand,” Interdisciplinary Humanities (vol. 21, no. 1, 2004)

vomitingwords: Darling, the sun will surely rise up again, and you will have another chance to be better than yesterday. Let the storm pass // ma.c.a

nemoday: “You’ve lost yourself in the people you’ve loved, piece by piece by piece, and you’ve become so blind to the point where you cant recognize it.” -19 (via nemoday)

purplebuddhaquotes: “She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she’d rush away again.” — Glenda Millard