goosemilk:

“You were wild and sweet between pleasure and sleep, between fire and water.”

— Pablo Neruda, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Night on the Island,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

I’m an unrepentant bitch, and I’ll find peace despite it all.

rudolfvlcek:

Up

Rýchory virgin forest, Giant Mountains, Czech Republic

crimsonkismet:

And her lips felt like a candle wax,
making her little world cunningly of elements and angelic sparks
carrying the transcendent memory,
of something that will keep them apart.

luminatress:

Fire Moons remember their past through the infernos of their heart. The flames fueled by feelings of assertion when they were first betrayed, the consuming smoke in their chest when they were once angry at their ex lover, the fires they started that made them flee from their own mistakes, petrifying everyone who they ran from.. They remember through their passion and intensity.

Earth Moons remember their past through physical sensations. The smell of childhood home cooked meals, the softness of their first love’s lips, the feeling of the summer breeze that brings them to places they visited years ago.. They remember through what is tangible and comforting.

Air Moons remember their past through fact and analysis. Through pictures organized by date, comparing the struggles of the present with struggles from the past to relate the two, through using search engines and critical judgement to understand what they are feeling and remembering so closely.. to make sense of their upbringing. They remember through what they know to be true.

Water Moons remember their past directly through their feelings, their comforts, and through the energies of the world around them. They can sense the pain they felt years ago as if they are going through it yet again, they remember the silk of their mother’s shirt when they were hurt and needed her there, they hear the screams and the laughter of the memories of everyone they meet. They remember through their soul.

Scorpio moon reporting for duty.

(Source: luminatress)

violentwavesofemotion:

“Aphrodite, the glance of whose melting eyes is softer than sleep, whose arms flow like water,”

— Antipater of Sidon, tr. by W. R. Paton, from “Greek Anthology; Epigrams,”