#kamikazesoul

[boneybonessmith]

"I will always prefer a person met by chance, over the one introduced by friends. Because fate, which orchestrated this meeting, as l like to believe, will continue to impregnate it in mysterious ways".

-Bitter Moon, Pascal Bruckner, translated from German

[molly-bl00m]

Gran Sasso and Monti della Laga National Park, Central Apennines, Italy.

From the heights of these mountains, I'm desperately searching for a signal so I can hear the swallows over the rye field again. #my photo

[boneybonessmith]

I watched the moon rise above the rye.

I watered the garden.

I fucked you in an armchair.

This is poetry to me.

[boneybonessmith]

3 am. The smell of thunderstorm and rain in the room..

And you in my thoughts.

[molly-bl00m]

I want all the love I can get. And I want all the love that i can`t get too!

[boneybonessmith]

I plucked the cherries by the field.

And every one l touched

made me want to touch you.

And every one I tasted

made me want to taste you.

I will turn them into wine

so l can drink you.

And you last longer

than just a memory of summer.

[boneybonessmith]

The flower crowns of midsommar are hand woven wreaths made from fresh wildflowers and birch twigs. These are made to honor the fertility and peak vitality of summer.

[boneybonessmith]

The taste of summer in my hand.

(The cherries by the rye)