one more creature dizzy with love

[soillseach]

[prayerforinsomnia]

“19 November. Self-pity, because it is cold, because of everything.”

— Franz Kafka, Diaries (via vesrailles)

[lifeinpoetry]

“You do not know / How little I loved / Before I loved you.”

— Joan Naviyuk Kane, from “Love Poem,” Hyperboreal

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Love. Love everything from the grass to the first person who walks by in the street. Love it all. That’s the only thing that can make life not just bearable, but beautiful.”

— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,”

[thegoodvybe]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Émile Verhaeren, from The Cities with Pinions; “The Abandoned Port,” c. 1909 

[naturaekos]

Let me be, was all I wanted. Be what I am, no matter how I am.

Henry Miller (via naturaekos)

[antoniettabrandeisova]

A View In Venice, Rio S. Marina and A View Of Posilippo, Naples by Franz Richard Unterberger (Austrian, 1837 —1902)

[evoflorir]

[divinefruit]

“Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home.”

— John Berger (via cafetoile)

[llovinghome]

[neckkiss]

[cantcontrolthegay-deactivated20]

the rumors are true: im soft and i just want to be loved

[die-rosastrasse]

Octobers are so dreamy, I can’t tell the reality from a delusion.

[aperiodofsoftness]

[vividspark]

ig:meeriming

[sporecored]

“Take hold of your own life. See that the whole existence is celebrating. These trees are not serious, these birds are not serious. The rivers and the oceans are wild, and everywhere there is fun, everywhere there is joy and delight. Watch existence, listen to the existence and become part of it.”

— Osho (via minuty)