Liebe Also – Das Schönste Phänomen In Der Beseelten Schöpfung, Der Allmächtige Magnet In Der Geisterwelt,

I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Clementine von Radics

Still loving it! :D

It occurs to me that there are people who weren’t on this website in 2012 and therefore never saw the magical gif that you can actually hear:

It’s been over five years and that still impresses the hell out of me.

I may be dying.

The Lovers will drink wine night and day. They will drink until they can tear away the veils of intellect and melt away the layers of shame and modesty. When in Love, body, mind, heart and soul don’t even exist. Become this, fall in Love, and you will not be separated again.

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī

Almost forgot to post about the Subscription Cover i did for Over The Garden Wall # 19 ! Heeho-

Moldy Peaches - Nothing Came Out This may be the best love song ever conceived. 

Me, every fucking day even though I'm getting decent grades with not too much effort. :D

It’s great.

Happiness.

Sitting at work asking yourself, why you even get paid for this. One of my clients brought me free sushi he got from a neighbour volunteering for a foodsharing service. :D

Writing shitty poetry and posting stupid stuff on tumblr instead of writing her. Look who’s making progress!

And yet I adore him. I think he’s quite crazy, and with no place or occupation in life, and far from happy, and philosophically irresponsible – and there is absolutely nobody like him.

Vladimir Nabokov, Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle (via quotespile)