realize….

 You  realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.

— Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor

Don’t look at me, I don’t like it (ink on paper)

State of rest….

In a certain sense you deny the existence of this world. You explain life as a state of rest, a state of rest in motion.

— Franz Kafka, from The Blue Octavo Notebooks

Photography Desiree Dolron

overwhelmed...

Everyone should have themselves regularly overwhelmed by nature.

— George Harrison

Macrocosm by moggsterb 

plans...

Spring is the time of plans and projects.”

― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

image by mady dooijes (instagram)

soft and gentle...

Soft settle and soothe

straight through to the soul of me,

slow stir and simmer.

— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson 
Codie Young by Daniele + Iango for Vogue Germany April 2014

It takes strength...

It's so easy to laugh 

It’s so easy to hate 

It takes strength to be gentle and kind

— The Smiths  | I Know It’s Over

In the 18th and 19th centuries, wealthy British and European lovers exchanged eye miniatures,

love tokens that captured the gaze of the recipients significant other. They were worn on the lapel as to be close to the heart.
Less than 1,000 are thought to exist, often both the owner of the piece and the subject within it are never identified.

startling...

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

— Emily Dickinson

Katrien De Blauwer|Couleur Pâle

spiral...

The path isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral.

You continually come back to things you thought you understood and see deeper truths.

— Barry H. Gillespie

Lisa Rodden

leavened heart….

I had hushed conversations with the moon

about a love that would leaven my heart.

And then you came,

latched onto my heart and burrowed deep to its seed.

A budding has sprouted out of my mouth

- a cluster of flowers dressed as your name.

— leavened heart - Tapiwa Mugabe
Guinevere van Seenus Photographed by Ben Hassett for Dior Magazine.

Never...

Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care.

Gelatin Silver Love | Kazumi Kurigami | 2009

finales...

What's left is a blur

of sky where the weather

rehearses its own finales.

— Linda Pastan
Yuli Sate

Seventh time….

He took her note out of his pocket and read it again for the seventh time that day.

As he did, he grew exactly the same smile as before.

“Thank you for making me hungry and I’m not talking only about food; you make me hungry in so many wonderful ways.”

— Jonathan Carroll
Typewriter Series #639 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Voices...

Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter’s evening, when dusk almost hides the body,

and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.

— Virginia Woolf, 'Night and Day'

'valentino haute couture' photographed by max von gumppenberg & patrick bienert for vogue italia’s couture supplement march 2014.

potted roses….

I held lucid conversations

with a potted rose

Empathizing over falling petals and tears.

How they have similar silenced grace

Unlike fallen angels.

Aren’t we all searching for a love 

that should have been here by now?

I am now practicing intentional piety 

To find strength

To return to sacredness-the sanctity of my being.

— potted roses - Tapiwa Mugabe
Kristen McMenamy by Tim Walker for Vogue Italia October 2012

I wish...

I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness.

And yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them

— Frederic Chopin

Irving Penn

I...

I want every piece of me to crash into every piece of you,

I swear to god that’s how they make stars.

— Mary Lambert
Mariacarla Boscono and Natasha Poly photographed by Willy Vanderperre for W Magazine March 2011

I am alive...

''...Throw roses into the abyss and say:

'here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.''

Friedrich Nietzsche

E MOTION by Josefin Arestav

imperfect….

My speech is imperfect.

Not because I want to shine with words, but out of the impossibility of finding those words, I speak in images.

With nothing else can I express the words from the depths.

— Carl Gustav Jung, The Red Book 

isa asklof by Markus Pritzi for Tush

around...

AROUND

I saw the world. I learnt of new cultures. I flew across an ocean. 

I wore women's clothing. Made a friend. Fell in love. 

― Jules Verne , Around the World in Eighty Days

my images, mady dooijes, instagram

Sometimes….

Sometimes it saves you,

sometimes it can set you free.

Oh but it will hurt.

— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson 

"arsenic blues" by nicolas valois for the wild magazine spring 2014.

Healing….

I turned night

into water.

To swim

Heal all my bones.

Morning came

Cooked me 

into raw tenderness. 

—Healing -Tapiwa Mugabe

backstage at Corrie Nielsen by ger ger

well...

Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince 
Xiao Wen Ju by Tim Walker for W magazine

you are oceanic...

 

All she wanted

was find a place to stretch her bones

A place to lengthen her smiles

and spread her hair

A place where her legs could walk

without cutting and bruising

A place unchained

She was born out of ocean breath.

I reminded her; 

‘Stop pouring so much of yourself

into hearts that have no room for themselves

Do not thin yourself

Be vast

You do not bring the ocean to a river’

— you are oceanic - Tapiwa Mugabe

The Eternal by Paolo Roversi

the joy that wounds...

 

You try to be faithful

And sometimes you’re cruel.

You are mine. Then, you leave.

Without you, I can’t cope.

And when you take the lead,

I become your footstep.

Your absence leaves a void.

Without you, I can’t cope.

You have disturbed my sleep,

You have wrecked my image.

You have set me apart.

Without you, I can’t cope.” 

― Rumi, Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi

Lara Stone by Paolo Roversi

unlearning….

I felt as though I was partly unlearning what I had never learned and yet knew so well: I mean, how to live.

— Albert Camus, The Fall

Man Ray, the veil 1930