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Robert Mapplethorpe, Pink Roses, 1983.

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Book of the day: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

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blood is water, and water does not leave your skin no matter how hard you scrub at it.

water is moisture and it clings like kisses on your cheek, like the flutter of petals against your nose, and it reminds you of clarity.

blood is moisture, but it is as much a stain as it is a scar, running deep and ragged into your mind, inking dark and haunting through what you thought was forgiveness.

water may curl illusions of peace in your eyes, comfort your shaking lungs that are too choked by frustration, but it will lie to you about the depth of its swallowing abyss.

blood is red, blood is daunting, but blood does not lie. it tells what is there and what will always be present.

it is fear it is regret, remorse, remembrance it is a song, a poem, a life far from this one

it is you in your nightmares but it is not all of you

aesthetics board | relationship for: @gryluana

#wisps of wands #{ after five million years #i've finally finished it OTL #hope you like it~ }

“Looking back in bitterness going back to the broken pieces of the past, staying in those memories, hesitating to step forward to reality”

- in the drunken state of our need for affection, the damage we’ve inflicted on one another became a catalyst to the mornings following. before, i had enjoyed the sweetness of your lips, the grazes of your soft between my fingers-...the smiles that i had tucked somewhere deep in my heart to keep it warm.

now, i am amused by how broken i feel in your presence, how laughable of a man i have become because of your young soul that i consider so precious.

i do not know how to keep things in their unbroken state. i have never known anything but the tragedy that lays in my wake, and i am afraid to approach your eyes and fingers because what if i had already broken you.

do you have shards falling at your feet, crackling and tumbling from a hole in your chest? does it hurt?

i do not know, and so i step back...

distance creates less of a mess, doesn’t it?

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“I’m a stupid, blind, old man denying such a bright light giving up the glow to live in the peace that we made before”

aesthetic boards | relationship for: @huffaeg lyrics from “Ohio” by Hyukoh

#huff:aegis #{ i agonized over this for a good two days #and then another 15 minutes about whether i should post it as one thing or separate squares #blue tree boats okay }#wisps of wands

her time was different from his; her eyes had grown to see life in a stretching story rather than his fleeting photographs. still, they found a fondness in each other that made her a dear to his consciousness.

tea cups and tea treats, tinkling with the drops of rain on the sill. stories giggled over woolen blankets and thrown back hair, tangled with relief.

there are secrets. however, equally, there is comfort in confidentiality.

aesthetic board | relationships for: @matronmargaux

#matron:margaux #wisps of wands #{ the struggle to choose the right pics was a terror #i hope you like this OTL }

quotemadness

I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired now. I mustn’t forget, I’m alive, I know I’m alive. I mustn’t forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.

Ray Bradbury (via quotemadness)

extramadness

quotemadness

I’m running because I can, because I must. Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.

Libbra Bray

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Hogwarts Houses aesthetic (x)

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#albeit reluctant

quotemadness

There are people who are uncomfortable with a silence, who rush to fill it by saying anything, thinking that anything is better than nothing, but I am not one of those people. I am not at all disquieted by silence.

Peter Cameron