That’s what you areA moon in the sky,A striking powerful presenceIn the night sky,Not even the millions of starsAmongst you could dim your beauty.

That’s what you are
A moon in the sky,
A striking powerful presence
In the night sky,
Not even the millions of stars
Amongst you could dim your beauty.

(Source: rose-clementine, via you-will-be-a-memory)

Raw. Deep. In the moment. Unbeknownst to them. The best kind there is.

Raw. Deep. In the moment. Unbeknownst to them. The best kind there is.

(Source: fashion-minx, via you-will-be-a-memory)

Happy birthday, Heath Ledger, ya would have been 35.

Happy birthday, Heath Ledger, ya would have been 35.

you asked me, “how can you not like yourself?” 
“don’t you love the poems you read? i know how you are always grateful to have known beautiful words and to seek for more undiscovered beautiful words.” 
"don’t you feel fortunate to have known love so deep? to have met beautiful people along the way? you have stories to write about. now with the experience, you have an eternal inspiration, isn’t that right?” 
"i have seen how the elders love you. they say how you are always so sweet. the ones from your old school idolize your high school days.” 
"your friends respect and believe in your depth. i bet you know that they like when you write about them. you always speak truth of your feelings for them. and often, you describe the friendship right."
"don’t you feel amazed that you have been to places? that you slept in $6 hut right off the shore of Koh Pha-ngan, Thailand? that you poured yourself a dark beer in a London pub? that you met a kangaroo of Australia and laughed with your best friend next to you? that you partied and slept only for 8 hours in Las Vegas in the span of 2 days? that you car camped from Huntington Beach, California to Seattle, Washington for almost 2 weeks in your first car? you certainly have been to places."
"and, in the bottom of all of this," you asked me, "can you really say you don’t like yourself?" 

you asked me, “how can you not like yourself?” 

don’t you love the poems you read? i know how you are always grateful to have known beautiful words and to seek for more undiscovered beautiful words.” 

"don’t you feel fortunate to have known love so deep? to have met beautiful people along the way? you have stories to write about. now with the experience, you have an eternal inspiration, isn’t that right?” 

"i have seen how the elders love you. they say how you are always so sweet. the ones from your old school idolize your high school days.” 

"your friends respect and believe in your depth. i bet you know that they like when you write about them. you always speak truth of your feelings for them. and often, you describe the friendship right."

"don’t you feel amazed that you have been to places? that you slept in $6 hut right off the shore of Koh Pha-ngan, Thailand? that you poured yourself a dark beer in a London pub? that you met a kangaroo of Australia and laughed with your best friend next to you? that you partied and slept only for 8 hours in Las Vegas in the span of 2 days? that you car camped from Huntington Beach, California to Seattle, Washington for almost 2 weeks in your first car? you certainly have been to places."

"and, in the bottom of all of this," you asked me, "can you really say you don’t like yourself?" 

Adele

"Rolling in the Deep"

jordancing:

"Rolling In The Deep"

There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, it’s bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ‘head and sell me out and I’ll lay your shit bare
See how I leave with every piece of you
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do

There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And it’s bringing me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it, to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Baby, I have no story to be told
But I’ve heard one on you
And I’m gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Make a home down there
As mine sure won’t be shared

(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
The scars of your love remind me of us
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it, to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it, with a beating

Throw your soul through every open door (woah)
Count your blessings to find what you look for (woah)
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold (woah)
You’ll pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow (woah)
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
We could have had it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
It all, it all, it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)

But you played it
You played it
You played it
You played it to the beat.

23 years old George Harrison doing a selfie in front of Taj Mahal in 1966.

23 years old George Harrison doing a selfie in front of Taj Mahal in 1966.

Our desires exist to be utilized. If we repress them, they grow. If we embrace them, allow them, accept them, use them… we will be able to understand them and eventually, we will be able to transcend them, setting us free.

—Carolina Zacaria 

(Source: blogcarolinazacariaworld)

I remember you that summer
You made me feel things
I had not felt for a long time

In the end of the summer
You and I would never kiss
Because like Lolita, you were forbidden

—priz, untitled for some time being

In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal.Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see.When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.I have spent my life seeking all that’s still unsung.Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see.When there was no strings to play, you played to me.In the book of love’s own dream, where all the print is blood.Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old.When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.
-grateful dead’s Attics of My Life

In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal.
Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see.
When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.

I have spent my life seeking all that’s still unsung.
Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see.
When there was no strings to play, you played to me.

In the book of love’s own dream, where all the print is blood.
Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old.
When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.

In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.
When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.

-grateful dead’s Attics of My Life

kiss me, will you?
you won’t believe
why this is supposed to happen
why our worlds when they collide,
they become spell bounded,
let’s just kiss,
and feel the magic, my darling.

—a part from “the encounter” by priz

kiss me, will you?

and see what it is all about…

(Source: cosimas-niehaus, via love-is-love-just-live-it)

Wasn’t it weird
That you stood there
And I stood here

That you and I knew
Something extraordinary
Something unexpected
Were happening inside
Our bodies

So you stood there all frozen
I stood here all spellbound
Allowing the moment to happen

—a part from “the encounter” by priz

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY