Never have the stars felt so heavy above and I so small below that they steal the breath from my chest, spin me dizzy in their ethereality and curse me with their constellations.

"Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart."

— Yann Martel, Life of Pi (via seabois)

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Good Vibes HERE

the fairy tale

You clarified

the fairy tale.

It’s just that;

a tale, for fairies.

"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)

Love Poem, Lemn Sissay

You remind me
define me
incline me.

If you died


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. Wide, 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. 


From Dolomites I
Nicola Odemann

Nicola Oldmann


From Dolomites I

Nicola Odemann

Nicola Oldmann