27

July

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27

July

92 notes

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there’s no beauty here. i stare at my own eyes too long lately and am surprised whenever yours are more green than usual. i want to leave, but not really. i’m so bitter and harsh but all i really want is to be sweet and soft to you. it hurt to hear that you don’t even know me, but it’s true and i don’t know you and i don’t have much patience either. i put myself through too much and always look down the other path anyway… this wind is comin off the ocean and i wonder where you are and i want to tell you, i’m sorry i don’t want to bother you, but i want to be with you. i never can tell what you think of me

27

July

theparisreview:

A cool wind blows on summer evenings, stirring the wheat. The wheat bends, the leaves of the peach trees rustle in the night ahead. In the dark, a boy’s crossing the field: for the first time, he’s touched a girl so he walks home a man, with a man’s hungers. Slowly the fruit ripens— baskets and baskets from a single tree so some rots every year and for a few weeks there’s too much: before and after, nothing. Between the rows of wheat you can see the mice, flashing and scurrying across the earth, though the wheat towers above them, churning as the summer wind blows. The moon is full. A strange sound comes from the field—maybe the wind. But for the mice it’s a night like any summer night. Fruit and grain: a time of abundance. Nobody dies, nobody goes hungry. No sound except the roar of the wheat. 
—Louise Glück, “Abundance”Art Credit Adrià Cañameras

theparisreview:

A cool wind blows on summer evenings, stirring the wheat. 
The wheat bends, the leaves of the peach trees 
rustle in the night ahead. 

In the dark, a boy’s crossing the field: 
for the first time, he’s touched a girl 
so he walks home a man, with a man’s hungers. 

Slowly the fruit ripens— 
baskets and baskets from a single tree 
so some rots every year 
and for a few weeks there’s too much: 
before and after, nothing. 

Between the rows of wheat 
you can see the mice, flashing and scurrying 
across the earth, though the wheat towers above them, 
churning as the summer wind blows. 

The moon is full. A strange sound 
comes from the field—maybe the wind. 

But for the mice it’s a night like any summer night. 
Fruit and grain: a time of abundance. 
Nobody dies, nobody goes hungry. 

No sound except the roar of the wheat. 

Louise Glück, “Abundance”
Art Credit Adrià Cañameras

27

July

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"Love is so short, forgetting is so long"

- Pablo Neruda

20

July

(by Old Chum)

(by Old Chum)

20

July

"Instead of thinking about how to get love, begin to offer it. If you give, you receive. There is no other way."

- Osho (via purplebuddhaproject)

19

July

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(Source: charmingart013)

19

July

80,513 notes

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17

July

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mementomoriiv:

Olaf Hajek

mementomoriiv:

Olaf Hajek

08

July

126 notes

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(Source: dark-vintage-dreams)

08

July

67 notes

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"Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night."

- Sylvia Plath (via seabois)

08

July

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sisterwolf:

Utka Nayika - A lady awaits her lover in the forest ca 1775-1780
via

sisterwolf:

Utka Nayika - A lady awaits her lover in the forest ca 1775-1780

via

04

July

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28

June

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