kleinemi:

For whatever we lose
(a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves
we find in the sea.
 - E.E. Cummings

(Source : marleens-diary, via sonzai-kan)

You belong here, not because you are lovely but because you are more than that.
haerwavemedia:

Jean-Michel Basquiat 

Self portrait, 1983

haerwavemedia:

Jean-Michel Basquiat

Self portrait, 1983

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afroui:

The loneliest balcony ~ Mount Pelion Greece

afroui:

The loneliest balcony ~ Mount Pelion Greece

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Who hasn’t asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?
bienenkiste:

Photographed by Julia Hetta for Le Monde d’Hermès

bienenkiste:

Photographed by Julia Hetta for Le Monde d’Hermès

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

S-l-o-w-ness—it gave meaning to everything. It made everything royal.