My save haven. Ravens and Doves are welcome.
The poetry says it all.
My own personal renaissance. A time of development. An enlightenment of age.

I stood by the window and watched a family of clouds outside. The spring equinox was less than a month ago on the east coast of North America.
I felt the chill of the air outside. Or rather, the heat leaving my body and transferring to the air.
I wondered if this was how we humans functioned? Perhaps the sun does not rise to give us life; perhaps we rise to give life to the sun. Do we give life to others as we do the sun? Or do they take it from us?

I hope my light is my own.

Jezebell by RavenAndMoth

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Oscar Wilde (via psych-facts)

The dampness of your stare

The warmth of your hair

The clarity in your eyes

is my heart’s demise

Your hands are large and I need them around my wrists

I need to surrender, although I ball my fists

There’s a warmth in you that’s yet to be directed towards me

I feel it in my bones; a sacred history

The structure of your body must house a soul of beautious mystery

If I knocked, would you unlock the door, even briefly

for me?

— The Canterbury Tales, Chaucer ~ (The Squire)
paintdeath:

Hickies. by Heatherheartbeat on Flickr.

paintdeath:

Hickies. by Heatherheartbeat on Flickr.

(via deanvictorr)

Is it odd this almost made me cry

Is it odd this almost made me cry

(via ta1989)

restlessreverberation:

Caress me with your words

Shoot me with your affection

Strike me with your glances

Consume me with your eyes
Hold me in a burning embrace unmatched by Hades himself

— Isobel Thrilling (via psych-facts)

(via psych-facts)


17sailors:

untitled by maryclaire roman on Flickr.


Maybe we’ll get married in a field of sunflowers…

17sailors:

untitled by maryclaire roman on Flickr.

Maybe we’ll get married in a field of sunflowers…