We are Spring and Rain
ellemac23: Stripes falling in your face obscuring me from sight. An upward push and a backwards sign. The rain falls upon a surface neither solid nor liquid. A monsoon around us escalating into a touch of spring. Spring of reds and pinks lighting protruding feathers tickling your skin. An eruption of sweet laughs and light breezes; lines bursting into the sky above. Spring is the...
Why wouldn’t she allow him to forget? He squeezed her limp hand almost...– Brand New World- Aldous Huxley
You will remember that leaping stream where sweet aromas rose and trembled,...– Pablo Neruda (via bodasdesangre)
With cities, it is as with dreams: everything imaginable can be dreamed, but...– from ‘invisible cities’ by italo calvino  (via literarysasquatch )
to wait in green of flowered gardens glimmering in the eyes of clouds the comfort extends to walkerby drawing the head and feet leading them forward into a celestial abundance. the green waits for that one specific seed that one whom all flourishes within it yearns for waves it talks of the undeniable beauty of extended excellence branching out the bubbles of water floating...
Learn and explore discover and disperse. To take on a valley that’s of unconquerable depth and an outward pulse, graphing my exhistence measuring my guidelines. By Lauren McManus
Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.– Hunter S. Thompson (via kikialee)