Now I can't find Christmas spirit in my heart....
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Now I can't find Christmas spirit in my heart....
“Есента започва своя танц
а сълзите бавно се търкалят,
и обагряйки се в цветове листата,
жадуват нежно някой да погалят. “
Т. С.
25. септември 2019
По път се скитам без посока
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Насред пустош, изоставено лежи сърцето...
nymph
white cotton dress as soft as baby’s-breath,
cherry stained lips like blossoming roses.
lavender scented girl, dreaming of
silky poetry and honeymoon love—
angel hair flowing with red wine, peaches
and honey nectar run through her veins
like the parisian seine full of amour.
Wild blueberry hands!!
Obsessed with this movie!!!💙💙💙💙💙
Every day starts with this view!! I absolutely adore it!!
Просто ме целуни. за да изгоря.
Love’s Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
Tea + Blanket + Book = Perfect Sunday
Love. Love. Love.
Part of my world.
I wrote and wrote and wrote….And my head was getting light with fatigue.