The rest is silence.

dreamgrl1998:

Boys w curly hair and brown eyes…….R u kidding

@fish-d johannes ghostwrote this

we look at each other,
we exchange dark words,
we love each other like poppy and recollection,
we sleep like wine in the conches,
like the sea in the moon’s blood ray.

Paul Celan, from Corona, trans. Michael Hamburger
(via nemophilies)

poetic–rose:

“Your eyes half-thrush
Half-angel and your drowsy
Lips where float flowers of kiss.”

— E.E Cummings, “In the rain”

bowieboosh:

montparnassee:

Me, a romantic: candlelit dinners, blooming roses, tender kisses, love letters, longing looks, beating hearts

Me, a Romantic: sword fighting, bloody knuckles, messy hair, smudged lipstick, cold hands, fiery eyes

Me, a romantic Romantic: gives my beloved the skull of my enemy with roses in the eye sockets

nemophilies:

“Again and again, even though we know love’s landscape
and the little churchyard with its lamenting names
and the terrible reticent gorge in which the others
end: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lay ourselves down again and again
among the flowers, and look up into the sky.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Again and again