Visions of Luisa

welcome to my world, welcome to my head, welcome to me and what I see

[woolfdaily]

I am going to face certain things. It is going to be a time of adventure and attack, rather lonely and painful I think.

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. March 1926 (via theglasschild)

[visionsofluisa]

I am lost inside a cloud

I am lost inside a cloud

haze all around

can not see anything clear

feel like time is running by

too blind to grab it by its tail

a fraction of a second or is it a whole day?

lost between the real and the fake

illusion trying to sneak into my mind

telling me the truth through from behind

is it all made up

why am I sitting here

head inside this world

which actually isn’t there

[visionsofluisa]

still one of my favourite things: january sunsets

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HOME for Christmas

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days on the road in the middle of nowhere

just surrounded by the beauty and fascination of nature

[visionsofluisa]

where your soul feels at home

is it the homes who created us or is it the home we create?

is it the places we are always drawn back to or is it the place someone is always awaiting you?

I think sometimes you feel at home in the most curious of places like one we’ve never been in before, but somehow you get that feeling like someone will always welcome you here even if it’s just the buildings. and somehow you know your way around even if it doesn’t make sense. almost like you’ve lived here before in another life. like this was your home once and somehow it is still where your soul feels at home.

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floating autumn leaves

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like burning fires

the warm oranges that autumn brings

turning trees into flames

without burning them

without hurting them

the wonder of nature my dear people

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why am I so sad all of a sudden?

losing things that I’d find my love in

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Autumn in Regent’s Park, London

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my heard is aching

when I think of these magic moments

now far in the past

but they will never be lost

for I carry them with me every single day

I am all of these beautiful moments

resting in my memory

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A soul in the shadow

not used to being friendly - his fucked up soul can’t deal with it

for all he knows is hatred - so bitter, closed and empty

a lonely soul in darkness - to reach it will be hard

sitting out in the cold - always smoking his last cigarette

everyday, it never gets old - his darkness consumes him

his life is devoted to it - sadness, looking out into the lonely night

colourful lights sparkling in front of him - he is too cold to let them in

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aesthetically pleasing electricity

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warm reflections | autumn sun

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empty and left alone

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british

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late nights in bed scribbling down all my thoughts and reading poetry