Strange and fragile

Eline - 21 - Art - poetry - Belgium 

[danmackrep]

A Death in Belgium

I’m hoping someone is there to water, Before the leaves fall off The flowers strange and fragile Like your hands and heart.

All these thoughts, seep in like steel rain Running down a mountain side. Down your face, makeup mudded with black

Soaking into skin Into the ground, rain tears Drip down through the cracks Twisted like road maps of memories Kissing the seeds on the inside

Sprouting Calla Lilies on a hillside Somewhere growing Twisted with loose white pedals Like a man wrapped in a bed sheet Softly sleeping in the sun. Dreaming, always Of his beautiful daughter.

[cabin-in-thewoods]

I want to be touched, but touched with love and passion. I want that crazed lust where you can’t seem to get close enough, handfuls of each other occupy your hands, and each breath you take is shared with lips pressed against your own. I want fingertips to graze my skin, legs intertwined with my own, and my heart about to burst out from my chest.

passion, love, and lust (via cabin-in-thewoods)

[yungruca]

[skirtmag]

[birdasaurus]

Lisa Troyanovskaya

[iivrajic]

[shawn-f]

Weekends spent on the coast

[abovearth]

Tunnel Beach by Shawn Ford

[raizdtodobem]

[love-me-like-autumn]

[grayskymorning]

Lindsay Dewald

[thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop]

[alyssamonette]

Chess Bakery, by Alyssa Wilcox Photography

[spi-ltmilk]

https://instagram.com/p/BeGRgGDBtuK/

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

It was very satisfying to sit there & read — And as I put down the book I sat quite a while — with eyes closed. I wished for you to be near me — You were in every word I read — you are in everything I see — & feel — & still you are not satisfied —

Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz written c. May 1922 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[lilreevs]

[xoviki]

i was reading through my journal and i found this one page and it broke me

update: it’s been exactly one year. i don’t think about him anymore. i come across this page sometimes but i feel nothing besides a slight discomfort. to those that think you’ll never get over someone, believe me, you eventually do. time replaces so many memories. even those you thought you’d never be able to forget. this past year has been the greatest year of my life. without him. i’ve never felt so free in my life. his leaving made me the strongest person i could ever be.

[thelovejournals]

I’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here.

L.M. Dorsey, She Is Made of Chalk (via thelovejournals)