You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
-Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
(Source : accara)
“Belly bridge” © Flore Kunst.
(Source : florekunst)
(Source : woodenpoem)
(Source : moustachemaniac)
“Unhid (Homage to Magritte)” by Eugenia Loli
(Source : eugenialoli)
the truest thing we’d ever known by cardboardcities on Flickr.
(Source : feru-leru)
(Source : kinkajoulovas)
Shiva-Dali
(Source : julianjohnsson)
(Source : jenniferrocheleau)