Photography + poem + art
There’s a voice I always trust
Its friendly helping hand tells me leave, I must
Cause I can’t stay forever …
By my window
Rather chase a gentle breeze
Set my thoughts by taller trees
Cause I can’t stay forever …
By my window
I need whispers that make me move …
Sync me within the outside world
So I can better miss my home
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TNsSBhl_2LI
Men I trust – Lauren
Ph : Codrin Lupei
There is only one question that constantly chills me and summarizes my whole existence:
What is worse: making love without loving, or loving without making love?
– Frédéric Beigbeder – L’amour durre trois ans
the one
who will jolt awake
all the unwritten
the unsung
and the unlived
in me.
i am waiting
for him.
– Sanober Khan –
I will continue to exist in all these little moments. where we took the first dip of love and my heart skipped a beat. Our first walk, the first touch which burnt my soul, that first rain, the first kiss, the first comfortable silence between us. How many years may pass, Whenever I am sitting near the window and its raining or whenever I am sitting by a fireside and its cold,
There will always be a piece of me which reminds me of you. It will stay in this moment forever.
– Akshay Vasu –
One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
– D.H. Lawrence – Women in Love
Ph : Ruslan Lobanov
Living together
is one move closer
to living apart
– Kristi Maxwell –
Ph : Ruslan Lobanov
Time passes way too slow when you’re waiting for the unknown
– Donna VanLiere –
Ph : Jacques Henri Lartigue
I will never be a morning person, for the moon and I are too much in love
– Christopher Poindexter –
Doubt …
What is wanted are blindness and intoxication and an eternal song over the waves in which reason has drowned.
– Friedrich Nietzsche – Daybreak: Thoughts on the Prejudices of Morality
Ph : Lucien Clergue
Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.
First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.
Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.
Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.
Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.
– Patrick Rothfuss – The Name of the Wind
Ph : Helmut Newton
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