where elephants and wasps dance.

and wolves eat cherry tomatoes.
The words better left unsaid; I love you for these three naive words will seep into your dreams and its arms will wrap themselves round your neck and wring it while you dream old dreams, visit old ghosts. Forever. For you have seen the word dangling over your head each time you sat at the dinner table and looked at the chandelier. When the words had all left your mouth and the wine had been drained. When you looked up and saw that chandelier come crashing. Shrapnel in your skin.

The words better left unsaid;
I love you for these three naive words will seep into your dreams and its arms will wrap themselves round your neck and wring it while you dream old dreams, visit old ghosts.

Forever. For you have seen the word dangling over your head each time you sat at the dinner table and looked at the chandelier. When the words had all left your mouth and the wine had been drained. When you looked up and saw that chandelier come crashing. Shrapnel in your skin.

(Source: inthemidst)

“there’s no other witnesses, just us two.”

(Source: Spotify)

Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
And he raised his head and looked upon
the people, and there fell a stillness upon
them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to
him,
Though the sword hidden among his
pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in
him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he
crucify you. Even as he is for your growth
so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and
caresses your tenderest branches that quiver
in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and
shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto
himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred
fire, that you may become sacred bread for
God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you
that you may know the secrets of your
heart, and in that knowledge become a
fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only
love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover
your nakedness and pass out of love’s
threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you
shall laugh, but not all of your laughter,
and weep, but not all of your tears.

—Khalil Gibran
“On Love” (via refinedclay)

‘Kaun iss ghar ki dekhbaal kare, roz ek cheez tut jaati hai’

and then someone
one day
suddenly said
come down
come down
everything you are
up there
is meaningless.

So he was deserted. The whole world was clamouring: Kill yourself, kill yourself, for our sakes. But why should he kill himself for their sakes? Food was pleasant; the sun hot; and this killing oneself, how does one set about it, with a table knife, uglily, with floods of blood — by sucking a gaspipe? He was too weak; he could scarcely raise his hand. Besides, now that he was quite alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know.

—Mrs. Dalloway- Virginia Woolf (via sublimeeffervescence)

proustitute: Takkk, Old man reading at a window, Hódmezővásárhely, Hungary, 1977

proustitute:

Takkk, Old man reading at a window, Hódmezővásárhely, Hungary, 1977

You’re beautiful and sad. Just like your eyes. You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.


You are, today. And will always be. Always. Always.

—

(Source: blue-voids)

I knew I was in trouble when all of my dreams were either about dying, or kissing you.

you.

—Carrie Rudzinski, Dreams (via prologueepilogue)

all fiery stars fade too fast. 

all fiery stars fade too fast. 

(via suelyon)