Namasté

Πρέπει να 'χεις μέσα σου χάος και φρενίτιδα για να γεννήσεις ένα αστέρι που χορεύει

[life-spire]

[free-my-mindd]

[nevver]

Last light, Mary Mattingly

[expressions-of-nature]

by Yulia Maltseva

[expressions-of-nature]

Dolgiye Mountains, Russia by Arseny Kashkarov

[midnightinshadow]

[lifeinpoetry]

The wound, / the past, is still bleeding.

— Saddiq Dzukogi, from Book Two, Bakandamiya

[coupdegrace]

[f0xxen]

[theoptia]

Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959; August 1957

[soul-vintage-deactivated2019031]

[undr]

[vexheart]

[classicalcanvas]

Summer Landscape (1875) by Pierre-Auguste Renoir

[thepersonalquotes]

[nubleu]

[petaltexturedskies]

Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair