Herr-turtur - Die Wüste Wächst: Weh Dem, Der Wüsten Birgt!

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.

President of the United States of America. I never thought there would be a president so miserably failing at his job, George Bush jr. looks like an accomplished statesman.

A must-watch: MSNBC’s Stephanie Ruhle reminds everyone of the known sexual assault accusations against Donald Trump, one by one, in detail.

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

Love without desire, or conditions, or limits—a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once. Where does it go? Why, in all their experiments, did the Magi never try to capture the purity in a bottle? Perhaps it is lost to us when we become sexual creatures, and no magic can bring it back.

Lamb - the gospel according to Biff

Aotearoa

Überall war ich schon, doch nichts reicht an dich heran.

Ich vermisse dich, du sanfte, grausame, unzähmbare Schönheit! An diesem Tage mehr, als je zuvor.

Komm zurück zu mir und mach, dass ich wieder fröhlich bin. Öffne mein Herz und lass Wonne heraus. Blute mich aus, so es sein muss.

Wo ist diese Leichtigkeit? Wer hat sie mir genommen?

Ach wie schön ist Panama.

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

Laughed way too hard at this.

All I can hope for, is for someone to embrace me. please, embrace me, if just for a moment. I need you to remind me, I’m in here, I’m alive, I’m not alone. please...

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

Hey google, remind me to love myself every day.