absolute beauty

royal.
(image: i just might)

tell

(These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)
-JSF

love all that is here

image: Green Like Bathwater

in restless dreams i walked alone, i walked alive.

The Surf Tower
Block Island

man of water

via Quicksilver flickr

where there is a story

Photo by the amazing Devon Caranicas

my hand

something you wrote

- from Like Crazy, 2011.

new england sunrise

Everything is to protect you. I exist in case you need to be protected.
- JSF

things that are beautiful

via sun-believable

we had no idea

Before the heart in my chest went pounding, all the while wondering, Is this really happening? when it was, most definitely it was. Before all that—all we wanted was to go swimming. 

from Imaginary Girls by Nova Ren Suma via Royal Quiet DeLuxe

you bring out

...the roses that hug darkness in a place where confessions are born in me.

(image source unknown)

because there was light

(image via aubrey road)

a love for water, for waves, for worlds that foam with moonlight

It was stars & sea & strange arms

of night cradling beauty, a mythical truth,

with eyes of stars alive in May I saw him

pull waves like a god from the sea.

(image: weheartit)

that moment

Tye on the Great Salt Pond
Spring 2010

nothing but shadow there

Only do not forget, if I wake up crying
it’s only in my dreams I’m a lost child
hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands
- Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XXI (Stephen Tapscott translation)

goodbye monday

where I cannot find you

You said I killed you--haunt me then.

Heathcliff to Cathy, Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
(image from the 2011 film adaptation of WH)

but she'd rather go shopping with her hot french friend

Jalous Magazine: Une Fille Comme Les Autres by Matthew Frost. Amazing idea.

via A Cup of Jo

& then he said

‘there will be music, there will be me, & you will hear
my heart beat louder than thunderclaps'

LOVE

Australia's Stylestalker, October 2011.

April is National Poetry Month

...wait on the wind, catch a scent of salt, call it our life. 
via poets.org

sunday

via aubreyrd