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Posted on Friday 18 July with 1 note.
Dear Unrequited one,
And this July love came to me.. on its knees..I am humbled under the valiant shower of it.
I wait for you in my every breath.. And I also let myself go.. to get drenched…
To live. For once.
Yours true blue..

Dear Unrequited one,

And this July love came to me.. on its knees..
I am humbled under the valiant shower of it.

I wait for you in my every breath..
And I also let myself go.. to get drenched…

To live. For once.

Yours true blue..

Posted on Sunday 29 June with 105 notes.
In dreams you don’t need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don’t exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don’t hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites.

- Haruki Murakami (Sputnik Sweetheart)

Posted on Sunday 29 June.
  • ME: " I saved those blue confetti... few fell on me.. few I saw on his floppy head "
  • M: " *ggg "
  • ME: " already a month gone.. how it will be to have a look at them at the back of my drawer.. say after five years? or more..?   "
  • M: " if you find them again at all you mean *smile "
  • M: " archive them properly "
  • ME: " .. I will not lose them "
  • ME: " they hide themselves away sometimes... but they always show up when it's time.. not always when I'm looking for them ... "
  • M: " I see "
  • ME: " like the leaf I plucked in front of his house.. left in a book.. and you know, how I couldn't find it anywhere... "
  • ME: " until one day while cleaning the book shelf it fell off on its own.."
Posted on Sunday 29 June with 4 notes.
everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. you will never be lovelier than you are now.we will never be here again.

everything is more beautiful
because we’re doomed.
you will never be lovelier than you are now.
we will never be here again.

16:15 HRS

MOOD: RETROSPECTIVE

I have been told that when you look at someone you make them believe that they are the only one exist in this world.

I felt it.. as you set your eyes on me. For a fraction of an eternity, the earth stopped rotating.. and the stars above gasped in disbelief.

P

Posted on Monday 9 June with 4 notes.
Whatever enchants, also guides and protects. Passionately obsessed by anything we love - sailboats, airplanes, ideas - an avalanche of magic flattens the way ahead, levels rules, reasons, dissents, bears us with it over chasms, fears, doubts.

- Richard Bach (The Bridge Across Forever)

Posted on Tuesday 3 June with 12 notes.
your body is away from me. but there is a window open from my heart to yours. from this window, like the moon I keep sending news secretly.

your body is away from me. but there is a window open from my heart to yours. from this window, like the moon I keep sending news secretly.

Posted on Tuesday 3 June.

00:20 HRS

MOOD: DAZED..

History repeats. Magic happens. And no feelings are ever dead. They resurface from the forgotten chamber of your heart.. with the touch of that little magic. Those long gone feelings resurface only to baffle you. To floor you. To bring you down on your knees..! They continue to assault you until you are owned. Once again.

Delicious ambiguity.

Prince Of Darkness.. you and I are the one..
The twilight hours are slowly sinking in… Are you for real?

P

Posted on Tuesday 3 June with 6 notes.
When love feels like magic, you call it destiny. When destiny has a sense of humor, you call it serendipity.

- Serendipity

Posted on Monday 2 June with 1 note.
bring me all of your dreams,you dreamer,bring me all yourheart melodiesthat I may wrap themin a blue cloud-clothaway from the too-rough fingersof the world.

bring me all of your dreams,
you dreamer,
bring me all your
heart melodies
that I may wrap them
in a blue cloud-cloth
away from the too-rough fingers
of the world.

Posted on Sunday 1 June.

Tomorrow. Will it be the day..?

brain. death.

Posted on Sunday 25 May with 6 notes.
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass,  an overgrown little wood,  the chance of a snake or two and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.

The mind I love must have wild places,
a tangled orchard
where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass,
an overgrown little wood,
the chance of a snake or two
and paths threaded with flowers
planted by the mind.

Posted on Saturday 17 May with 6 notes.
Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.

- Robert Brault

Posted on Saturday 17 May with 5 notes.
Posted on Saturday 17 May with 1 note.

20:20 HRS

MOOD: HOMESICK..

Still mine.. You are. No one ever replaces you, no one takes you away. The passing fancies are mere catalysts.. they ignite you in me.. nothing else..

Forever yours, my Prince of Darkness..

P