Rivers and Roads

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Tokujin Yoshioka Rainbow Church 2013

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[wasbella102]

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Sechs Uhr, die Morgensonne spielt magische Schattenspiele an der weißen Wand und begrüßt mich. Meine Tochter und mein Liebster liegen zärtlich in unserem Bett und gelegentlich lächeln sie im Schlaf. Ich beobachte die Beiden noch eine Weile. Als mein Herz fast explodiert von dieser bedingungslosen Liebe, stehe ich auf und mache mir einen Tee. Ich lehne meine Stirn an das kühle Fenster und denke mir: das Leben ist wunderschön.

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shadow games, berlin

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“Words are not enough to express the unconditional love that exist between a mother and a daughter.”

[aliciacosmealuisa]

pregnant in ireland, november 2014

taken by my love J

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precious time

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Making a decision to have a child – it’s momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. - Elizabeth Stone

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and into the forest I go to lose myself and find my soul

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Love sent this way mama!

back, my dear

[deadhole]

Death and Life by Gustav Klimt

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“Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.” — Sylvia Plath - from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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“To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.”

— William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

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“She lives the poetry she cannot write.”

— Oscar Wilde

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“You firestar. Pool of moon burst. You turned my skin to dust.”

— Jeanann Verlee, from Finally I Allow Him The Pen  

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“Yes, you’ve entered my bloodstream, the room, the whole springtime is filled with you…”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

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“We have a world of our own. We have a peculiar way of looking at things. By current standards we are amoral, but we are true to an inner development.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry