'tis your salvation.

i am, i am, i am.

[theazurepoet]

I have always loved walking into bookstores, for they bring me peace no one can. The mild sweet smell of vanilla flowers and almonds hit me when I enter the store. As I look around I feel myself relaxing, my breaths soft no longer being heard as heavy, harsh pants. There are books from Alice in Wonderland to Inferno by Dante Alighieri. I lower my gaze to the bottom shelf which was crammed with books, suffocated against each other, although, on closer look, it seemed like they were given enough space, for them to breath.

[theazurepoet]

[theazurepoet]

“His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.”

― Sophie Jordan, Firelight.

[theazurepoet]

William Shakespeare, Macbeth//Jess C Scott, The Devilin Fey//Pepper Winters, First Debt//Trisha Wolfe, Born, Madly

[theazurepoet]

For she had eyes and chose me.

[theazurepoet]

1)I hope there are days when you fall in love with being alive.

2)I wanted color. I wanted to soar with happiness even if it meant dealing with the weight of fear and guilt, too. I wanted to live. ― Heather Anastasiu, Glitch

[ancientsstudies]

Owned by the Nature. x

[theazurepoet]

“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.”

― Emily Dickinson

[goodreadss]

Almond Branches In Bloom, San Remy | Vincent Van Gogh

[fravery]

In books I have traveled, not only to other worlds, but into my own. (Anna Quindlen) Art"Róbert Berény"

[promqueendyke]

aleksandra waliszewska // yves olade // joy priest, horsepower // richard siken, wishbone

[infected]

A view of Ortenberg Castle with Olga von Moltke drawing a landscape, oil on panel, 1848

by Alexandra von Berckholtz (German, 1821-1899)

[infected]

Assemblée nationale, Paris, photo by herrbap

[theazurepoet]

I'm pretty sure my addiction to reading has just reached a whole new level.

[stardustemotions-deactivated202]

when charles bukowski said, "and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?"

[theazurepoet]

As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?

[samwinchesterscarhartt]

“Fuck you my child is completely fine.”

Your child has full length and ongoing conversations with their-self pretending they’re talking to fictional characters and said characters are responding to them.