[gimme-the-loot]

[abigaildonaldson]

Kristen McMenamy in “Far, Far From Land” by Tim Walker for W December 2013

"Far, Far From Land"

"Where the waters are as blue as the petals of a cornflower and as clear as glass, there, where no anchor can reach the bottom, live the mer-people.

"If you cannot make the prince fall so much in love with you that his every thought concerns only you, then, the first morning after he has married another, your heart will break and you will become foam on the ocean.

"That which we consider beautiful down here in the ocean, your fishtail, they find ugly up on earth. They have no sense; up there, you have to have two clumsy props, which they call legs, in order to be called beautiful.

"It was the last night that she would breathe the same air as he, or look out over the deep sea and up into the star-blue heaven. A dreamless, eternal night awaited her, for she has no soul and had not been able to win one."

(Text adapted from Hans Christian Andersen’s The Little Mermaid, 1836)

[thelostlightofearth-deactivated]

[makeacupoftea-blog]

“Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.”

rainer maria rilke

[lifeinpoetry]

9Time comes into it. Say it.     Say it. The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.

Muriel Rukeyser, “The Speed of Darkness” (via lifeinpoetry)

[alonesomes]

if you are struggling with the idea of forgiving someone try to imagine them when they were five years old when they were a clumsy child running around in a field of green grass catching lightning bugs try to imagine the first time they accidentally killed one by holding it too tightly in their little palm imagine them, their face raw with loss maybe then, you will find yourself softer maybe then, you will meet them on their knees and forgive them

forgive | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)

[juliasdine-deactivated20140510]

[jopolniaczek]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Often when I imagine you your wholeness cascades into many shapes. You run like a herd of luminous deer and I am dark, I am forest.

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I, 45 (via weepling)

[moasjostrand]

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[aloofshahbanou]

your brown eyes are my blue skies 

[johnmaus]

YA

[fellinlovewithmelancholy]

"I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday."

Lemony Snicket (via karussell)

[peelsofpoetry]

Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell by Marty McConnell leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea....

[goldveil]

Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.

Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine (via karussell)

[tuamaegosta]

[karussell]

There’s no way to prove that all murders aren’t just time travelers killing future Hitlers

Megan Amram

(via karussell)

[makeacupoftea-blog]

[johnmaus]

I knew what you needed: simple feelings, simple words. Your silence was effortless and windless, like the silence of clouds or plants. All silence is the recognition of a mystery. There was much about you that seemed mysterious.

Sounds, Vladimir Nabokov (via johnmaus)