thoughts unsaid. then forgotten.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of welcome show Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find the mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love. -W.H Auden

[studiominimalista]

“Lunar”

[love-personal]

[fleshmaid3n-deactivated20201226]

[jawhline]

[bled]

[sickpage]

[karolay-k]

[thevisualvamp]

[karolay-k]

[introverts-hideaway]

[iamsimoneng]

[flahei]

i’m feeling this devotion, touching your emotion, i can see the love run right out of you  

[wallpaperprintery]

[uptional]

[descon-hecido]

[bezimienna0]

[myk31]

[imminentdeathsyndrome1deac]