una ragazza nella citta

learning to be not what society intends me to be, but something original in its own right and interesting for the sake of being, being human as much as possible and appreciating the electricity that flows within and the static that shocks me awake, the momentary arousal of the senses and the overwhelming feelings such moments and people bring, battling the tension to be something and be nothing i ever thought before ----forum for creative/organic thought and a place to pour out of my mood----

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

—Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII (via orchidroom)

(Source: man-of-prose, via versteur)

20aliens:

Kate Spade by Larry Sultan

20aliens:

Kate Spade 
by Larry Sultan

arclife:

fohk:

“She locked away a secret, deep inside herself, something she once knew to be true but chose to forget”
Inception (2010)Christopher Nolan

How is she so beautiful while crying?

arclife:

fohk:

She locked away a secret, deep inside herself, something she once knew to be true but chose to forget”

Inception (2010)
Christopher Nolan

How is she so beautiful while crying?