dreaming these dreams

[tylerknott]

Summertime inside, while I am filled with Autumn. You bring heat to me.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

[tericampos]

(via https://open.spotify.com/track/1oA9hE3IxT8moluIvq9Uc8?si=GoHJ1JE_SdS5EhSSDURGDA)

i forget my darkness and remember your light

[tericampos]

It’s not that I didn’t run after you You were just too fast for me to catch Like a game of cops and robbers Where I am the one with the siren And you with the mask.

[tylerknott]

Unadorned and fresh from the steam of the shower, you are radiant.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

[tericampos]

(via https://open.spotify.com/track/21vDtLWYgnaIdYVndRPaFe?si=6hX7lQaTQJiTk_Cn2uB57Q) if i were really alive could i make it through everyday dreaming?

[tylerknott]

Wrapped all around me, while I was wrapped up in you. Back and forth we went.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

[eastofthesunwestofthemoon]

“most days i am a museum of things i want to forget.”

— E.E. Scott, Every Day I Am Trying New Techniques To Make Myself Disappear, published in Shabby Doll House (via down-the-rabbith0le)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

George MacDonald, from “The Complete Poems & Fairytales,” wr. c. 1905

[lovemakesyouwonder]

[tericampos]

Carry me home, bear my weight on your shoulders

[tericampos]

18 October 2018: Things I think about when you’re asleep.

Do you realise when you’re dreaming That it’s reality you’re coming back to Do you realise when you’re dreaming That it’s me you’re waking up to Do you realise when you’re dreaming That I dream of us. 

[tericampos]

If you were to leave, fulfill someone else's dreams I think I might totally be lost

[tylerknott]

Come now adventure, come now reckless abandon, come now wanderlust.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“As for me, I’m quiet though full of melancholy;”

— Federico García Lorca, tr. by Sarah Arvio, from “In the Garden of Lunar Grapefruit,”

[metaphorformetaphor]

Writing down your thoughts is both necessary and harmful. It leads to eccentricity, narcissism, preserves what should be let go. On the other hand, these notes intensify the inner life, which, left unexpressed, slips through your fingers. If only I could find a better kind of journal, humbler, one that would preserve the same thoughts, the same flesh of life, which is worth saving. Moreover the writer invents himself as a character in this form. He shapes himself from the shards of the everyday, from the truth of that daily life. Which is also a truth not to be scorned.

Anna Kamienska, from “In That Great River: A Notebook,” Poetry (June, 2010)

[txla]

[the-final-sentence]

With such a ray, no spell of thine Can make our later pleasures shine, Though long ago they passed.

Anne Brontë, from “Memory” (via the-final-sentence)