wings; how they toy with thin filaments of broken hearts. oh, we do convince ourselves that what we never caught(with bruised hands) we somehow did let go.
wings; how light they are in our escape, but how anvil-like are their statues of absence. like lustrous bones(they are the ribcage of a subatomic quark, cannot be broken even in vicissitudes of totality’s degree.)
will be left an unfulfilled eclipse, clouded over. I think all the wonderful things happen when I only can see the blurred arteries of my eyelids. think I am afraid not of dying, but of not living enough(could never recognize myself in a crowd of millions, all who had fallen in love with some way of the world.)
shall stare at the sky until it turns a stranger; incurvate hearts throw us to a fetal self-containment and invert our reflections, stealthily. we turn cold with time, now, now, now.
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37 comments:
sleep, ahh! such a reliable friend!
what a beautiful post. x
i love it!♥
nice (:
i wish i could write this way, as beautiful as you do. ahhh. it's an absolute delight, always, to read writings like this. <3 there are so many things i love about it!
xo
Did you take those pictures? They are very beautiful.
wow.
they are all of the words that i can muster becaue this truly amazes me.
lovin'
i think i might have, but then your tumblr is lovely!
Lovely photos! ♥ They are taken by you? Hope you like mines too! ^^
Julia, how you please me as usual.
Wings; what a great word.
But you stretch it out
to become greater;
somehow.
Perfection, as always.
Those two opening lines really made me smile. You're so beautiful, my darling. Thank you for your constantly kind words. I want to tell you so much, I feel like I'm intruding, or possibly pestering you. I feel so naive and young compared to you, so beautiful and wise. I don't know what to say, but I continue to look up to you with adoration thick in my eyes...I hope that's not too much of me to say.
Yours Always,
Norah xx
beautiful, both words and pictures.
This is beautiful. You write with a certain softness. x
Your writing is so beautiful.
what a truly stunning blog. i've just discovered it - i only wish it hadn't taken so long! your words are wonderful :) you can count me as a follower xx
i love those little raindrops!
xx
Need to read your blog more often. Eloquent. xo
an engaging post. you really have a way with words, I'm very glad to have found your blog.
well aren't you a timid writer? Brave thinker too... Adorable combination,, all my love, lulu. x
oh darling, these pictures are beautiful. I've always been inspired when rain drops hang from branches. The smog in the background is just perfect.
how are you dear?
with love, abigail
Dear Julia, everything about this post is perfect, the photographs and the words, beautiful. x
Thanks again for your lovely words. I think the landscapes on your pictures are absolutely amazing. All I can do is follow you <3
Your words are indescribably fluidic. It's like pouring emotion into an empty heart-shaped reservoir.
Beautiful
Jayson
Beautiful words dear. I love your photos too, it always makes me think that the trees are weeping xx
Such beautiful images. That's how all the branches look here, as well. The ice is drip, drip, dripping away. Perhaps it will be spring soon.
x
Jess.
These photographs are so captivating, and your words perfect as always!
xx and hugs
Jhordyn
Thank you dear Julia, and my exams went so well, i am so delighted.
I am sure that you could be the princess of the air too. Or maybe the water, the fire, the earth.. which one do you prefer?
x
hope you've been well...
xox
i used to have wings a long time ago.
So let's go, run away. You can run away, can't you?
Live your life as you want dear.
there is something about that last photo--the fog--
this is too beautiful.
xox
super beautiful. x hivennn
Wonderful!
With love, Kirsten
you have an amazing way with words, very fluid and lovely.
i'm following, dear.
x
ps. I've added you to my list!
x
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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)