Dream of Words

Spring breath, reflections on the water and a house in the distance; the faint notion of civility.

[dappermouth]

- return to eden -

[gymbunnyamber]

I did not come this far to only come this far.

[sotick]

[delta-breezes]

Cocorinna

[chiihayas]

[aint-no-saint-babe]

My Master does not ask that I bow my head, He meets me eye to eye. And when we walk together I am not led, Down the twisting path we walk side by side. And when there is ground I fear to tread, He tells me fear is something we all must face, And sends his fire up my spine.

Darling, Dearest Devil (via aint-no-saint-babe)

[livaere-blog]

『 25.07.2017 』 

Winslade Parker // Gulliver Wright ♥️

[livaere-blog]

『 10.06.2017 』 

London w/ @jakehoodlum

[dappermouth]

- F A M I L I A R -

[livaere-blog]

Why do you love me?

“Why,” She said, “Do you love me? Why do you drag yourself through misery, lying awake at night, staring into the void where I should be? Why do you grasp at lifeless sheets, threads of arousal in the darkness, imagining my touch in the absence of company? Why do put yourself through this, sitting at the table in the rising sun, head in your hands, imagining her warmth to be my gentle embrace; my hands upon your shoulders, my lips to your ear, as I whisper… ‘I love you’? Why do you starve yourself of love, knowing that you will die with your hunger, your arms still wrapped around my ghost? Why do you love me? It hurts to watch. I see you killing yourself slowly. An asphixiation of the soul.”

He sighed. He tapped a finger on the table, staring listlessly across the empty kitchen. The narrow light that pierced the blinds illuminated his pale, unshaven face. Between his parted lips was an unlit cigarette. Though it pleaded to burn, he remained in darkness. Choking only on silence.

“Why do you love me?”

”I love you…” He said, “Because I never have to worry about losing you.”

[livaere-blog]

『 02.06.2017 』 

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[delta-breezes]

Cocorinna

[dappermouth]

[chiihayas]

[study-san]

「25-06-2017」flowers

[livaere-blog]

Wind's words stir the trees Whispers on the silver lake Crane is still, waiting

Haiku, Klaus

[livaere-blog]

‘Worry not’, He said, 'For it matters not’ Men have fought and died for what you’ve got Stronger men have crumbled Weaker men have braved the darkness In the end, he said, what matters Is your courage.

Ode to Fear, Klaus (via livaere)