(Source: rulingthumb, via mimesis-sisemim)
“Dearest: Your name woke me this morning: I found my lips piping their song before I was well back into my body out of dreams. I wonder if the rogues babble when my spirit is nesting? Last night you were a high tree and I was in it, the wind blowing us both; but I forget the rest,—whatever, it was enough to make me wake happy.
There are dreams that go out like candle-light directly one opens the shutters: they illumine the walls no longer; the daylight is too strong for them. So, now, I can hardly remember anything of my dreams: daylight, with you in it, floods them out.”
-Anonymous
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I don’t know what it is, but i kind of like the petite millgrain band next to the rocky texture.
Jessica’s ALICIA HANNAH NAOMI Slate Stacking Ring and custom Tibetan Quartz Ring x
(Source: jessicatron)
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(via bohemianfortunes)
Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears,
and hopes, and joys, and panting miseries,
Tonight if I may guess, thy beauty wears a smile of such delight,
As brilliant and as bright
As when with ravished, aching, nassal eyes,
Lost in a soft amaze
I gaze, I gaze— John Keats
(Source: crackedbone, via faery-lands-forlorn)
“…let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.”
— Khalil Gibran
(Source: melancholiaxo)
Currently staying in a loft that I’ve recently discovered was once renovated from a psychiatric hospital. There have already been entirely too many unexplained instances for one night…
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