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When you are the air that I breathe
without you I suffocate
When you are my lust for life
without you I starve
When you are an extension of my own senses
without you I am numb

I’m important. If you only get to know me, you will see how important I am. Look into my eyes. Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

—Sylvia Plath, cited from a journal entry written on February 19th, 1956 (via kingofnewengland)

The flowery softness of the stars and the sky and everything else descends opposite the slope, like a basket, against our face, and creates the flowering blue abyss beneath.

Arthur Rimbaud, Illuminations

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I trace the fine pores of familiarity in your dusky hazel skin, and feel security in something about the way your veins flow across your muscles.

Strong, hardened hands delicate enough to capture and create; images, ideas, me. Big, warm palms brave enough to keep a woman like me in balance.

Dark eyes like chocolate earth, coveted behind delicious lashes, blinking with thick flashes of wisdom far beyond my own. You possess the perfect symmetry between science and art. 

mikestacey:

Melaleuca Lagoon - Port Davey.

Melaleuca Lagoon

mikestacey:

Melaleuca Lagoon - Port Davey.

Melaleuca Lagoon