
She said,
I want your hands in my hair by midnight, and writing poems on my body with your fingers I’ll never forget.
– Jose Chaves –
Photography + poem + art

She said,
I want your hands in my hair by midnight, and writing poems on my body with your fingers I’ll never forget.
– Jose Chaves –

Before you can fly, you have to let go of that which makes you feel safe.
You cannot, at the same time, be on the ground and in the sky.
Loving someone is so much like that. You have to let go of the things that hold you back .
– JmStorm –

The unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own …
– Fernando Pessoa –

We all have vices, visible and invisible. Some we deliberately keep secret. Others we don’t even realize or we refuse to admit we have…Vices can be lots of fun, or they can turn your life into a living hell. Accept them for what they are, just another aspect of the mind’s creation, and you can enjoy them—if you choose—without being broken by them.
– Zeena Schreck –

Sex is like an atom bomb. A potent weapon which fascinates and frightens. We’re afraid to let it loose, yet we all have our finger on the button.
– Zeena Schreck –

False start, ya sleepyhead
I’m caught up in the day with my night dreams
and my mistakes…
I’ll settle on the dust …
But I’ve got better luck in my head
we’re just ghosts inside my bed ..
This side of paradise …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Mh63srFK7yA
Hayley Kiyoko – This side of paradise

Poem written by Adam A. DeFranco
my body
has become this land
my exponetial flesh
part of the whole world
who is to say
where one ends
and the other begins
this is a planet of light
torches and burning buddhas
inside every tree
is the heart of a temple
far in the valley
is a wild church
with ancient tablets
everywhere are gardens
and we are just beginning to see
there is nothing disappointing
about existence
it is totally self centered
on everything
every flight
begins with a fall
you are thunderstorms
going against the wind
the soul of everything
these antedulvian atoms of existence
cleansing the air
© AD

Why don’t you ever use your strength on me?“
she said.
Because love means renouncing strength,”
said Franz softly.
– Milan Kundera – The Unbearable Lightness of Being

… And I chased love so hard, that my heart finally ran out of breath.
– Alfa –