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Phillip Poisel - Eiserner Steg
Sinful Taste of Sweetness: Part II
The thunders and rains collide against each other, they roar and roar. You. You move and move as I lay underneath you. We move swiftly under the blanket. The sound of nature accompanies us.
Eyes wide awake as I listen to the thunders and rains and the sound of your voice. The gloomy of unspoken desire and undiscovered passion, you lead the way while I follow and feel the tingling sensation as your fingers trace my soft skin.
And then you stop and stare at me. Smiling as your lips meet mine.
What is it, my love? The look you gave seems more profound than the touch and the kiss. Speak to me. Don’t let it all out through the movement of your figure.
They roar, the thunders, you scream in ecstasy. We create our own waves of bittersweet momentum, as momentuous and ambiguous as we could. You. Can’t you hear the pitter patter of my heart as I loose myself in between your mysterious gaze and passionate glance, love?
The madness. The anger. The jealousy. The not-so-well-known closure. The intoxicating scent. The very thought of your existence next to mine. Let’s ride this carousel once again, shall we?
Ich will dich einmal noch lieben wie beim allerersten Mal
Will dich einmal noch küssen in deinen offenen Haaren
Ich will einmal noch schlafen, schlafen bei dir, dir einmal noch nah sein
bevor ich dich für immer verliere, für immer verliereWer achtet auf mich jetzt dass ich mich nicht verlauf?
Und wenn ich jetzt falle, wer fängt mich dann auf?In all diesen Straßen kenn’ ich mich nicht mehr aus
Da ist niemand mehr der wartet der auf mich wartet zuhaus’
[I feel like reposting my own post because I’ve found the right song. Eiserner Steg by Phillip Poisel]
Erin Mulvehill’s photography series of I Can Freeze Time.
to be reborn, 2009, lovingly dedicated to the waters of the gulf of mexico
About Erin Mulvehill:
my work aims to explore the human connections and subtle nuances that whisper into the ear of our every day. much of my work is rooted in the ideas of mind, body, seamlessness and time. this is largely because my deepest beliefs lie in the principles of buddhism, the integration of art and life, and the preservation of beautiful moments. i am nomadic by nature and am inspired each day by the nothingness that resides in all things.
- X: How am I supposed to know what you want when I don't even know what I want.
- Y: How am I supposed to know what I want when you don't even know my needs.
- X: How am I supposed to know what you need when you don't even know me.
- Y: How am I supposed to know you when you don't even reveal yourself to me?
- X: How am I supposed to reveal myself when you don't give me the chance?
- Y: How am I supposed to give you a chance when you never told me your true feelings?
- X: How am I supposed to tell you my true feelings when I'm not even sure how I feel.
- Y: How am I supposed to respond to that when I have given you my all?
the bends
n. frustration that you’re not enjoying an experience as much as you should, even something you’ve worked for years to attain, which prompts you to plug in various thought combinations to try for anything more than static emotional blankness, as if your heart had been accidentally demagnetized by a surge of expectations.
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.
Jack Kerouac
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Winter Photography Snow on Bare Tree by EyePoetryPhotography on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/18366816
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Tercekat
Kesunyian yang menerobos tanpa jeda. Menusuk tanpa ampun. Tanpa jejak. Tak bersisa. Tak kunjung berhenti.
Sepi yang mencekam. Membelenggu dengan erat. Merengkuh keabadian. Menunggu setia tanpa lelah.
Diam yang kekal. Membungkam, menulikan, membutakan. Bisu yang mencoba mengeluarkan gema dan gaungnya.
Kesendirian yang terlampau familiar, menyerupai suasana. Gelap yang menyelimuti. Hawa dingin hingga ke tulang.
Mereka melangkah dengan pasti, menyeringai, tangan membentang, lantas selamanya menculik dan membawa lari jiwa yang terkungkung.
You know what’s sad about reading books? It’s that you fall in love with the characters. They grow on you. And as you read, you start to feel what they feel - all of them - you become them. And when you’re done, you’re never the same. Sure you’re still you, you look the same, talk in the same manner, but something in you has changed. Something in the way you think, the way you choose, sometimes, even the things you say may differ. But it all comes down to the state you go to after a nice novel. The after-feeling. It’s amazing, but somehow, you feel left alone by that world you were once in. It’s overwhelming. But it makes you sad. Cause for once you were this, this otherworldly being in… Neverwhere, and then you suddenly have to say goodbye after a few weeks from when you read the last page. When you’ve recovered from that state. It’s just… quite sad.
As part of the 2011 update to Louis Vuitton‘s City Guide, illustrator Ruben Toledo has been commissioned to create this beautiful series of 100 postcards.
Illustrated in black and white and accented with vibrant fluorescent colors, each image aims to capture the unique experience of the depicted destination.
Ruben Toledo was born in Havana, Cuba, in 1961 and is a painter, sculptor, illustrator and fashion chronicler in one. He now lives in New York.
(source: topdesigners)
