hotwatercolor:

74530021 by Amorrr Burakova on Flickr.

andwhisper:

(by *Blueberry Pie)

takenbythefire:

sleeping lessons. by ~ Pathogens

thisisrosetta:

Photographer: Alexander Bergström

Model: Me

rawpix:

†he★forbidd’n…frui†#7

turn-the-lights-out:

OMEGA by =Gothessa

suretu:

(by seasons in the black sun)

takenbythefire:

It was late on Friday afternoon. The sun dripped down my window pane and
flickers of light engulfed my eyes as i drove down a straight road with my
hands off the wheel. I passed my old home, overgrown, dilapidated. I pass it
every day, on my way home but it was different today, It was calling me. 

All of my memories flooded back to me like a rush of blood to the head, so i
parked myself away from view and walked barefoot through the macadamias,
their thorny leaves scraping my callused heels once soft and untouched by
the evils of clay and blood and stone. It reminded me of a time when I would
sing in the grove and weep with the trees in the evenings so that nobody
would know. I loved and cried on rooftops and i saw violent hailstorms from
my windows. I met you in the wake of Thunder storms. I evolved in the
afterbirth of naivety.

I went inside and i sat for a few hours and like a mother holds her child, she
held me. If i decided to die today my ghost would live within these walls. I
dream of her all the time, and when i am lucid i awaken in her rooms. This
house captured me forever, and i wanted to make it a part of me. She called
out my name in the evening somber sun. She called me home and obediently,
as a child should, when she calls unto me i must embark.

steflemoine:

© composition Stéphanie lemoine. (Pris avec Instagram)

regardintemporel:

Ellen Rogers