I do; I will

Everything and anything - A dream

[bonesoflumiere]

“Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor, for the eternal idleness of the imagined return,”

— Derek Walcott, opening lines of “Bleecker Street, Summer,” Collected Poems, 1948-1984

[pyro-baby]

[pointandshooter]

photo: David Castenson

[abovetheair]

[idoiwill]

[idoiwill]

If you decide to love someone, surrender your heart. Remove the guards and relinquish their shields. You need to feel this thoroughly. Love was never meant to be safe or measured. So, love irrationally. Jump off a cliff without considering consequences. Love specifically. Pay attention to the smaller details of the bigger picture. Love unconditionally. Because there will be days when you don’t like her, but the love must remain. And in the event that love breaks you, let it break. Do not close yourself off or shut yourself down. Your heart will be shaped and reshaped but in the end, it will still be yours. As humans we are blessed with the skill of adaptation. It kept us here for eons. You will adapt.

Miles Carter

[fototropizma]

I love her.

[transoptic]

Hubert Airy, Diagram of his migraine aura. 1870.

[johnnybravo20]

The Three Graces (by FdC Foto)

[finding-a-way-to-run-away]

[genterie]

by Nikki Cruz

[bangtannoir]

[nanzse]

[lottereinigerforever]

Maggie Cheung in Wong Kar Wai’s “In the mood for love”

[idoiwill]

You'll be given love You'll be taken care of You'll be given love You have to trust it Maybe not from the sources You have poured yours Maybe not from the directions You are staring at Twist your head around It's all around you All is full of love All around you All is full of love You just ain't receiving Your phone is off the hook Your doors are all shut All is full of love

All is Full of Love - Bjork

[persephone-s-desires]

I never get tired of this face, a pretty face with eyes so “sweet” … That smile! I offer it in this dark night, for your enjoyment. ❤

[observando]

This is how it happens sometimes, misery or joy engulfs me, without any particular tumult ensuing: nor any pathos: I am dissolved, not dismembered; I fall, I flow, I melt.

Roland Barthes (via observando)