The Way Looking Feels

I am 21, my heart is wild, and I collect beautiful things here. Welcome.

jesdaniels:

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“As I grieve the loss of someone or something dear to me, I also grieve an aspect of me that inevitably dies with that association. Whether it is the loss of a relationship, a creative project, a job or a longed for dream. The person I was, in relationship to that person or thing also seems to go. Though the loss may be painful, holding on potentially creates more pain.”

—   Unknown, the Soulful Woman Facebook page (via creatingaquietmind)

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“A passionate woman is worth the chaos.”

—   (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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romymaxime:

The Indigo Trio, Berlin 2014. 
Ry Cuming (RY X), Kiana Reeves & Teave. 
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romymaxime:

The Indigo Trio, Berlin 2014. 

Ry Cuming (RY X), Kiana Reeves & Teave. 

www.facebook.com/romymaximephotography

www.romymaxime.com 

copyright Romy Maxime 

“Please, don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day… make a wish and think of me. Make your life spectacular. I know I did.”

—   Robin Williams, Jack (1996)

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That Dance

We learned the dance of each other

The rhythms that fall out

of waking up,

The blink blink of the eyes

as the morning light falls in

and air, still, moves around

as your arms reach up,

I breathe out

before I change shapes and step away.

from the only body I have known.

Solitude

Cheers to the night when

solitude.

The lover you neither love nor hate

crawls back into bed

and never whispers

hello.

Cheers to the morning spent

with solitude

over cups of coffee

sitting idly before a world

moving around

you.

Cheers to the day in

solitude’s grasp

too loose and tight

holding you back

from letting in

the sun.

Cheers to the day when

solitude

becomes so needy

so tight and clingy

that you forget to say

hello.

Cheers to the strangers

the could-be lovers

the could-be friends

the could-be bosses

the could-bes.

dot. dot. dot.

Cheers to solitude

the blank slate of existence

the starting block

the silent shock

the picket fence

the lonely dance…

the only one

who says goodbye

when you decide.

Nothing has to be wrong, to feel like something is wrong. Us pleasure-seekers, needy lovers, over-achievers have trouble finding satisfaction. And even when all of the logistical needs are in place, there is still something lacking. Drifting through the windows of myself I slam into obstacles of my own creation, spiraling away from them swiftly and sadly landing in a puddle of need. Letting another soul love you in their own way is a challenge to be met with grace and patience. And as I learn, I struggle only against myself.

“If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”

—   (via suspend)

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yummyinmytumbly:

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