Pieces of the Past @littlepiecesofthepast - Tumblr Blog

#20 this photo of the bench on the Theaterplatz in Chemnitz is another example for my love of simple lines and forms in photography. The bench is really very long, but with the right angle it looks like it leads into infinity.

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Tensioning wire: Lamppost Shadow

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Tensioning wire: Rain pipe

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Tokyo Tower ( Shiba Koen, Tokyo )

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antigonick

And I leave, my eyes filled With a boundless gaze where the world becomes Beautiful again from the beginning according to the heart’s measure.

Odysseus Elytis, excerpt of Drinking The Corinthian Sun (tr. by Kimon Friar)

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A Gambol

He asked, “where have you been?” and all I could say was “here or nowhere” and he didn’t care to understand-

he had missed my spinning over water, my leap through treetops, my laugh before sunset

I was here now and he swallowed my story.

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as she realized that she’s in the same place they used to visit she found herself reminiscing the day that she chose to end everything

when she gave him goodbye instead of a kiss when she tore his heart instead of mending it

until now she yearns for that moment when she felt like home and let him in until now she craves the warmth he used to give

to ease the pain she needed to remind herself the reasons of letting him slip from her tight grip and watch him from afar without him noticing

without him knowing the set of words she wanted him to know on that day and bury it instead inside her heart and let fate decide.

by @herendlessdaydream

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My nightmares have become my reality.

J.T. Barnett (via jtbarnett)

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Maybe the crab sleeping on the jetty isn’t lonely. Perhaps it wants to trade bodies with a pigeon. Perhaps the pigeon wants to be a worm. The worm, dirt. Dirt, sky. Sky, air. Air, the sun.

Gianni Gaudino, “Dysmorphic,” published in Muzzle (via bostonpoetryslam)

haleyincarnate

Let me talk for a second. Let me recap for you the first time I ever held another’s hand; working my fingers around theirs like a master weaver, veins threading together in tight stitches. Candy pressed into my palm, the bones sugary sweet just beneath skin. No wonder I always wanted to taste the tips, nail grazing tooth slowly like savoring something decadent. And he was. Let me talk for a second. Let me remind you of what it’s like to feel closure. Crawling into a freezer, ice licking at my eyelashes and frostbite attempting to make friends with my toes. I have a friend padlock it behind me. Trap me in, tie me down. I turn glacier; solid, slow-moving, but m e l t i n g. My water is collected and swallowed down by pride. Left to ice over again. Only the right tools can chip away at my body now. Let me talk for a second. Let me show you what love is supposed to feel like. Calm wind shifting linen curtains from an open window, clean sheets tangled around naked bodies. Teeth marks engraved into collarbones, lazy arms tosses over shoulders, the lingering high of comfort drifting through the air. The walls of this room doesn’t make it feel like home, but the one lying next to you, rather. The softness extends far deeper than the mattress. The warmth feels eternal. Let me talk for a second. Let me get one word in. Let me, let me, let me convince you it is okay to feel things as wholly and certainly as you do.

listen to me for once // Haley Hendrick (via haleyincarnate)