sultry evenings lure me
into the shadows
where sweetness dies
and cravings grow thick
bodies extract flavors
of a forbidden kiss
grab your throat
and fuck you to a bliss—x-changes/so-realism
where my mind went
after my eyes
first saw you
|—||My senses have not yet returned || Nav K (via navk)|
which tells you, here,
here is the world.
This mouth. This laughter.
These temple bones.
|—||Galway Kinnell, from Little Sleep’s-Head Sprouting Hair In The Moonlight (via dragonflycup)|
There are people who walk with a stride that my eyes have not been near enough to feel
They dance with a laugh that my ears once knew as the drawing of my own breath
They are loves that built each solid foundation that holds this spine erect when awaking to a new dawn
This speaks to my soul
The sun in and the moon
Together in a frame
Built by twin trees embracing
- solushospes, beautiful photography reblog
|—||Miranda July (via vletrmx21)|
|—||Vladimir Nabokov, from Pnin (Heinemann, 1957)|
is simply a wolf
caught in meditation.
|—||Pavana पवन (via targaryaens)|