metamorphesque:

ALT

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

fairydrowning:

-Heidi Priebe, As Long As There Is Love, There Will Be Grief

[TEXT ID: The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved. As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love’s natural continuation. It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented, in the whiff of cologne we get two years after they’ve been gone. Grief is a giant neon sign, protruding through everything, pointing everywhere, broadcasting loudly, “LOVE WAS HERE”. In the finer print, quietly, “LOVE STILL IS”. END ID]

cyberxbattalion:

mutant-distraction:

Mio Hashimoto ( contemporary Japanese sculptor, b. 1980)

saturniinne:

mossy

literaturemoons:

Andrés Cerpa, The Vault

bakwaaas:

it’s both comforting and heartbreaking that over time you will slowly forget the little details of someone you once loved so deeply until their memory is just a hazy blur like a dream you once had and can’t quite remember anymore

na-020:

zegalba: