꩜꩜Cel3sTe #! @twitchycelestials - Tumblr Blog

you radiate an energy they cannot begin to understand.

you are divine.

feel the cosmos under your tongue, speak in stars and crescent moons.

you are celestial.

listen to the pitter patter of rain on your windows, taste the sky in between breaths.

you are an angel.

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pigswithwings

watch as the freshly hatched angel unfolds its wings... it is exceedingly clumsy, which is only natural given its newness to the world. see - oh. okay the angel appears to have fallen the fuck over. can somebody please pick it up we're trying to film a professional documentary here

kociokwiki

it is crawling away so bravely

weltenwellen

Franny Choi, from "Perihelion: A History of Touch"

salemwitchtrials-deactivated202

“What is desire? Desire is a restaurant. Desire is watching you eat. Desire is pouring wine for you. Desire is looking at the menu and wondering what it would be like to kiss you. Desire is the surprise of your skin. Look - in between us now are the props of ordinary life - glasses, knives, cloths, Time has been here before. History has had you - and me too. My hand has brushed against yours for centuries. The props change, but not this. Not this single naked wanting you.”

— Jeanette Winterson, from The White Room

weltenwellen

James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room

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clocktower3iso

I left tumblr for like 7 years now sometimes posts are underwater now

systemhead

globael warming

funeral

Rainer Maria Rilke, “The First Elegy”

gustaving

By Mary Ruefle

apoemaday

Worm Moon

by Mary Oliver

I. In March the earth remembers its own name. Everywhere the plates of snow are cracking. The rivers begin to sing. In the sky the winter stars are sliding away; new stars appear as, later, small blades of grain will shine in the dark fields. And the name of every place is joyful. II. The season of curiosity is everlasting and the hour for adventure never ends, but tonight even the men who walked upon the moon are lying content by open windows where the winds are sweeping over the fields, over water, over the naked earth, into villages, and lonely country houses, and the vast cities III. because it is spring; because once more the moon and the earth are eloping - a love match that will bring forth fantastic children who will learn to stand, walk, and finally run over the surface of earth; who will believe, for years, that everything is possible. IV. Born of clay, how shall a man be holy; born of water, how shall a man visit the stars; born of the seasons, how shall a man live forever? V. Soon the child of the red-spotted newt, the eft, will enter his life from the tiny egg. On his delicate legs he will run through the valleys of moss down to the leaf mold by the streams, where lately white snow lay upon the earth like a deep and lustrous blanket of moon-fire, VI. and probably everything is possible.