Monologue of my soul

And I loved with passion all things I was not destined to know... Greek

[wolf-eagle]

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving... ...I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

― Pablo Neruda ||  Love Sonnet XI

[shisasan]

June 1, 1912 The Diaries Of Franz Kafka 1910-1913

[ID: June 1. Wrote nothing. END ID]

[artevisiva]

[oatymilks]

eleviniak

[kikisloane]

And then,

one

fairy night,

May

became

June.

[seasoflife]

Mary Zangone

seasoflife

[overclassy]

[perfectquote]

“The name of a person you love is more than language”

— Tennessee Williams, from Selected Stories; “The Vine,” c. July 1944

[whatinspiresdancaji]

[yummyinmytumbly]

SUMMER ROSÉ SANGRIA

[fullcravings]

Orange Creamsicle Lush

[nagsyl]

[quattrocanti]

[gracewins]

[curtis69]

[dynamicstatics]

[seasonsofwinterberry]

Temi Kucinski