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ruineshumaines: Vincent Bourilhon

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:48:47 -0400

ruineshumaines:

Vincent Bourilhon

Lucius || Until We Get There

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:17:08 -0400

Lucius || Until We Get There

electrifieddd: Shining Bright (by [ CK ])

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:11:18 -0400

electrifieddd:

Shining Bright (by [ CK ])

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Thu, 23 May 2013 12:10:45 -0400

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Thu, 23 May 2013 12:09:04 -0400

it’s funny,how my thoughts of you are intertwined with sunshine.perhaps it’s a cause of...

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:08:37 -0400

it’s funny,
how my thoughts of you are intertwined with sunshine.
perhaps it’s a cause of how we met:
how you swooped down in the glinting brilliance
how the heat sizzled as i turned at your touch
how your face glowed with the rays of our bike stand conversation.
perhaps it’s the glean of quiet magic:
laughing on a hillside of whispery autumn leaves
flying on iron horses through the cobblestone streets
tumbling over a hammock of easy dreams.
perhaps it’s the warmth of our shared life:
the settled evening streaming through the back window
the cozy orange twinkle strung up against our blanket cave
the endless joy of silly songs and dances.

or, perhaps it’s because you were my sun
for the sky here is white and bright
but lacks the shimmer of your golden smile,
and our distance makes me feel like a stomach of stones.
…i count the days until i return to our city of hearts.

capturedbysam: Delicate Beauty

Thu, 23 May 2013 11:41:13 -0400

capturedbysam:

Delicate Beauty

humansofnewyork: Knotted Up

Thu, 23 May 2013 11:38:32 -0400

humansofnewyork:

Knotted Up

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Thu, 09 May 2013 23:32:15 -0400

even though you’re probably safely pedaling homewardi still find myself worrying until you...

Thu, 09 May 2013 23:31:59 -0400

even though you’re probably safely pedaling homeward
i still find myself worrying until you step through the door
perhaps it’s neurosis
or perhaps it’s longing
but i will wait up for you in the starshine
always

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Thu, 09 May 2013 23:29:04 -0400

moledro

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 23:35:42 -0400

n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.