December 2011
thewritersaddress asked: thank you for the reblog my friend, much appreciated :D
The Writer's Address: Dream Catcher. →
thewritersaddress:
afternoon siesta in the midst of wild sunshine fluid petals dance in the motion of cool breeze this psyche lays down only to grow evermore grotesque a barren wasteland where exploration has led to nothing but exploited life the residual effects of trauma and misdemeanour have subjugated this…
“Don’t turn your head.
Keep looking at the bandaged wound.
That’s where the...”
– Rumi (via gateofeternity)
pavorst:
Today, I became a dancing shadow. I leaped across buildingtops and slipped into the arms of trees. Birds met my eyelids and for a moment I forgot who I was. Every minute, the summer defines my veins. And I find that slowly, I am losing my fear. My feet swing and touch slivers of water and the world is warm. Today, I hollowed my heart and became a silhouette. I adopted the hands and the...
maddiefaceartpants:
there are times for gentility, and times for safe.
Darling,
that’s not always what I want from you. I want danger and excitement and my heart racing so hard it’s in my throat in your hand, slender fingers wrapped around.
Darling,
make me feel.
thevagabondking:
Like Columbus sailed the sea before me, your body is my ocean.
I’ll navigate your femisphere, seeking out your fruits and spices
These travels an adventure, culminating in the pleasure of your treasures
“Mystics are not themselves. They do not exist
in selves. They move as they are...”
– Farid ud-Din Attar (conference of the birds)
