Weeping Roses

I am not an Artist. But the roses, they wept and wept and wept

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Always

I am not jealous
of what came before me. 

Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men
between your breasts and your feet,

come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to time! 

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life.

— Pablo Neruda

(via learningfromthehands)

Last night i looked up and noticed 3 moons in the sky, one pink/ purple, one black/blue and one black, then i said to myself shit there is only one visible moon in our sky, this is a dream! - Chay

I look at my shadow ask myself.  “What am I”?

I look at my shadow ask myself. “What am I”?

Funky Romantics:  shot to the heart 

Funky Romantics:  shot to the heart 

Frida Kahlo’s Flower of life Painting, i wonder if her third eye was open ? 

Frida Kahlo’s Flower of life Painting, i wonder if her third eye was open ? 

watching a woman undressing, and witnessing a dim light caress her skin, and letting your hands lightly and barely touching her, then aggresively grabbing the back of her neck and pressing her lips against yours passionately so that your soul is released through breath and you have to say nothing but violently love her body and watch it reach a level of climax that has never before been witnessed has got to be the best fucking feeling in the world - Chay 

Full of life and left for dead

Full of life and left for dead

I love you

Why is I love you so hard to feel and so hard to stay… Its been so hard for you to say.

thefoxxypoet:

It’s sad that something as basic as caring and respecting someone is seen as a unique quality when seeking out a future mate or even a friend. Has humanity become that detached that we don’t even expect people to know this?

(Source: thefoxxnextdoor, via loveraaa)