"run like hell my dear
from anyone likely
to put a sharp knife
into the sacred, tender vision
of your beautiful heart."— hafiz

There's cracks in everything. That's how the light gets in.

Picasso's Studio

Fine Feathers, 1934

View of King Street, Charleston

c. 1900

Blind People Experiencing Art

by Matt Ducklo

Do you remember how it feels?

take a number & wait for my love

I become mesmerized.  At times it totally consumes me.  And other moments, I am flying within the realm of another world.  One without consumption, but massive amounts of beauty.  Light shines in. I can see through these eyes for the first time.  The only opening into the present, because mostly, people just see me.  I am the one blinded.  Mesmerized in this never-ending sea.

Jo

i used to fold my heart with paper

her paradigm

beautiful minds are chaotic

true

"GREYMATTERS" THEME BY J.E.JONES / LIGERTAIL

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don't let society's fingerprints ruin the images

"And all the rages I have gone through have served only to make me understand in the end that I love you more than my own skin, and that, though you may not love me in the same way, still you love me somewhat. Isn’t that so? I shall always hope that that continues, and with that I am content."

 Frida Kahlo in a letter to Diego Rivera

Eastern Hem

Do the things that remind me of you remind you of me?

Potions

10th APR 2012✧19:1195 notes

"so, now i shall talk every night. to myself. to the moon… i talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. so much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. with masks down, i walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. and does not smite me down."

— sylvia plath

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Feb. 3, 1953: The mailroom of the White House. “Clerks process
 4,000 to 5,000 pieces of mail on an average day,” the caption read.

Photo: Geroge Tames/The New York Times

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Photo: Geroge Tames/The New York Times

see through me

...if you dare

We live in a jar and think the lid's the sky

(Source: lesmatinsverts)

I lose myself

Scars: What I had lost, and in return, 

what I was given. (ap)

"Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all, but lend me your heart and i'll just let you fall.  Lend me your eyes, I can change what you see. But your soul you must keep totally free." - Mumford & Sons - Awake My Soul

You will know when you get there

 Skógafoss, Iceland  | by © Reinhard.Pantke 

Ladies and Gentlemen We are Floating in Space

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.

John Steinbeck

Lunar

Lust is all it was. From the very beginning.

Forgotten

"and there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.  and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears." - anon

now that you're standing closer

though these nights are haunting me 

I don't wanna run I don't wanna leave

"I would go out tonight, but I haven't got a stitch to wear.."

Pick up the phone. Let me know you think of me from time to time

I believe in the written, sealed and stamped word

"We're flawed, because we want so much more.  We're ruined, because we get things, and wish for what we had." - Don draper