[eefrostpoetry]

“the goal is to love others without losing yourself”

— e.e.

[geopsych]

Early part of the sunrise at Leaser Lake. 

I know tatarian honeysuckle, Lonicera tatarica, is invasive, but it looked pretty nice right then.

[seek-for-colors]

cosmoses, morning glow

[shisasan]

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (1924)

[living-planet]

[euniceeeerhee-blog]

[dhiore]

X

[splendoroux-blog]

[dhiore]

X

[naturaekos]

“Courage, dear heart.”

—

[theoptia]

Pablo Neruda, from “Tonight I Can Write”; translated by W.S. Merwin

Text ID: Tonight I can write the saddest lines. / I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

[luthienne]

Adonis, from “Desire Moving Through Maps of Matter” (tr. Khaled Mattawa) / Valarie Kaur, See No Stranger: A Memoir and Manifesto of Revolutionary Love / Kahlil Gibran, from “On Joy and Sorrow” / Adonis, from “Desire Moving Through Maps of Matter” (tr. Khaled Mattawa) / Naomi Shihab Nye, from “Kindness”

[luthienne]

Adonis, Selected Poems; “Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)

[bnmxfld]

“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”

— Pablo Neruda

[qvotext]

[qvotext]

[qvotable]

Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.

Joan Bauer // Almost Home (via qvotable)

[qvotable]

It’s been a long time since I’ve been me.

Fernando Pessoa (via qvotable)

[neckkiss]

I’m scared of this place.