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Nostalgiait's morning and I remember you mid afternoon,Nostalgia by ~BluestWaves
a pulsating mass of clouds bleeding bright light,
the pervading scent of seashells in the wind,
and I remember you.
Home,
whence all waters rise, Hvergelmir of
a string of energy that became my soul;
you,
incorruptible.
I see you through the years and my heart swells
with seawater, crabs and kelp,
and I know it will burst someday and spill it all over again
all over the
ocean that never changes.
I see you through the nostalgia of the promised land,
what was before I knew good from evil,
what will be after the abyss encloses the world,
after the endless nights,
after the wolves swallow the sun
valar morghulis IIjellyfish,valar morghulis II by ~BluestWaves
sandpaper,
honeycomb,
the nameless one.
jellyfish,
sandpaper,
honeycomb,
the nameless one.
jellyfish,
sandpaper,
honeycomb,
the nameless one.
in the end, all men must die.
szerelmemI say nothing when he names his goldfish Maria, it’s raining and it was a dumb present anyway, even if he says it’s awesome,szerelmem by ~BluestWaves
he kisses me until he convinces me he’s right, halfway at least, and swears on his beer it’s the best birthday he’s ever had.
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When he walked me home the night we got together, the sky had never had so many stars before.
‘Fuck stars,’ he said, ‘you’ve got me,’ he said,
but I knew him better and I knew he didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it either, the stars were always the same, but the world was just brighter that time.
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We speak a language so
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a reflection upon my penname+ Conceptual series: + ANTARCTICA A journal post to explain it all, and then I let you wander in the ice, and hope that, some day, you'll come back to tell me your story.  Antarctica I Antarctica II Antarctica III Antarctica IV Antarctica V Antarctica VI Antarctica VII Antarctica VIII Antarctica IX Antarctica X Antarctica XI Antarctica XII+ seven days of beach From [February 23, 2012] to [March 1, 2012] + eastern berlin series A whimsical collection of shots derived from self-prompts, using titles of popular deviations on deviantART's main page, from [May 18, 2012] to [June 8, 2012]; dealing with break-up, heartbreak, Scandinavian pop music, empty apartments; and the inevitable process of self-reinvention. + the iceland series "he said he had survived many winters..." |
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dolls and art and life and death and the sea behind my eyelids and a thousand voodoo huts; all revolting around the scent of the wilderness, dancing at the edge of the end of the world.
the most beautiful thing anyone has ever written for me
Once I Followed HerOnce I Followed Her
I remember looking at her walking slowly on the road, flanked by snowy hills and frost-ridden trees and grasses. Curious and intrigued, I followed her down the cold road. She was daydreaming, I could see it in her eyes, her hands, the way she walked holding on to her bike beside her. I smiled as she past by me, her eyes staring at the ground in an attempt to protect her face from the biting north winds. She was so sweet, it’s just like her to find herself walking against the freezing wind.
She walked for miles, ice crunching under her feet. I followed, close by, sometimes walking behind her, other times running ahe
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