how rare and beautiful

the U N I V E R S E was made just to be seen by my eyes

[spectrologie-deactivated2023041]

Pakistan // Khumais

[graecian-archive]

PERSEUS  “P E R C Y”  JACKSON  𝚿  son of poseidon.

[5oil]

[meiringen]

“Unfinished Duets”, Richard Siken

[andromaque]

I dance. I ripple. I am thrown over you like a net of light. I lie quivering flung over you.

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[die-rosastrasse]

View from the Neuschwanstein Castle

Bavaria, Germany, IX 2022

[forestcwhore]

𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 🍞

[cowpokeprose]

When Adam bit the apple he did it because he trusted Eve. Because he loved her. Adam bit into the apple because the woman he loved told him to, no matter what God said. No matter the rules of heaven. What’s heaven to a woman’s love anyway? What’s God to your wife? The first sins of humanity, were trusting others. Eve trusted a snake, Adam trusted Eve, and I trust you. Maybe that’s a sin, just like the first couple. Maybe everyone’s right about us and we’re sinners and we offend God. But like I said, what’s God to a woman’s love anyway? What has heaven got that I can’t find sitting next to you on a cool autumn morning?

[jokekeery]

advanced potion making

[tangerinedream]

i just want to feel like one of those beautiful breezy late summer afternoons where the sun is starting to dip low and everything is covered in a warm golden glow

[lilcowgirl7-deactivated20210223]

Her eye makes me so happy I can’t explain!

[graecian-archive]

Twelve-year-old Percy Jackson is on the most dangerous quest of his life.

[junk-garage]

[lachantefleurie]

Where do I find romance?

i don’t know. I’ve never been romantic, it feels idealized and sentimental. The only thing I can talk about with certainty is sensuality. Which can be found in the smell of ripping oranges open with bare hands, the dark blue of oceans under noon sun, in monsoons drenching bromeliads and heavy hanging leaves, in bodies playing soccer, in the movement of feet to music, in brushing fragrant oils in wet hair, in banaquits calling out during rainstorms or black nights, in the sound of animals moving in darkness, of ripe mangoes and jackfruit bursting in hot sun. In everything that occurs in heat or shadow, or in the honeyed remnants of it.

[hendrixwrites]

dirtgirl1999‌:

sometimes u just gotta say “okey dokey” and just like.. rely on urself.. take things as impersonally as u can.. love and let go.. move on.. try and find all the good things, soak those in. and that’s all u can do! and sometimes, that’s enough

[thomasprior]

[anthony-samaniego]

lush