love, i hope we can be

without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's

[blushful]

You Touch me I hear the sound Of mandolins You Kiss me With your kiss My life begins You're spring to me All things To me Don't you know you're Life itself Like a leaf clings To the tree Oh my darling, Cling to me For we're like creatures Of the wind Wild is the wind Wild is the wind

Wild Is The Wind written by Dimitri Tiomkin and Ned Washington, 1957

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Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you.

— Jacques Prévert

[blushful]

forest foraging / perspectives / L. L.

[inneroptics]

André Kertész - Pont des Arts, Paris,

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We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

― Anaïs Nin

[frillmag]

[showstudio]

Visual response. Butterflies at Thakoon SS 2013.

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A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.

Oliver Wendell Holmes

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How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be,

Let the more loving one be me.

The More Loving One, W. H. Auden

[blushful]

Dim room—soft body

Quivers when you tell me I’m

Beautiful—lights on

22/4/19 haiku

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P Johnson Femme - Instagram

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Love rests on two pillars: surrender and autonomy. Our need for togetherness exists alongside our need for separateness.

Esther Perel

[last-picture-show]

[gacougnol]

Leah Sobsey Murmuration

[thunderstruck9]

Henri Matisse (French, 1869-1954), Vue sur la mer à Tahiti [View of the Sea, Tahiti], 1930. Pen and India ink on paper, 25.1 x 32.6 cm.

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Dedication page of Creatures of a Day, Irvin Yalom

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