muse
❝ Il y a un autre monde mais il est dans celui-ci.
—Paul Éluard
10000000000yen:

美しすぎる葉っぱ ( ゚д゚) 
valse-des-fleurs:

Tunbridge Wells
goldvera:

qd
maryjaning:

flores por mi tesoro //
geo-wee:

Rose
I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
of the multiplying universe.

Your wide eyes are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations;
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through rain.

Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,

was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
you — compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.
—Pablo Neruda, “XVI” in 100 Love Sonnets  (via geo-wee)
nxtalgic:

cuteys:

urbanporn:

profusive:

IS THIS REAL CAN I GO THERE THIS IS MAGICAL

IT’S REAL YOU CAN GO THERE IT’S ICELAND

ITS CALLED THE BLUE LAGOON AND ITS VERY MAGICAL

NEXT HOLIDAY DESTINATION SHALL BE THE BLUE LAGOON
conflictingheart:

Shine on | by "Felicia Simion"