h.g.w⁷

The mist!

The allure.

The secrets of a woman’s body. The memories, triumphs, failures. The undying glory.

An ever-budding ripeness of her heart. A sweet taste. A tantelizing tang.

Her satiating swell. A full tide, a full moon. Opalescent Milk bathing you clean.

Never stop in your delight of her!

The sacred vessel and Siren of the deepest depths.

loveletters2myself:

source? it was revealed during my nature walk.

(via intensional)

mymarifae:

i love this tweet very much

(via intensional)

leonardospoetry:

The future 
will meet you 
in the present
and you will have 
the presence 
you cultivate.

leonardospoetry:

Pay attention to things that usually pass you by unnoticed. Discover new sounds in songs you like and new meanings in your favorite stories. And then go beyond. Listen to new songs. Read new stories. Fall in love with astronomy and then with painting. Start writing poems, songs, and love letters. The possibilities are endless and whatever you choose to do, just remember to never stop opening the doors of your existence because behind some of them you may actually find yourself.

weltenwellen:

Jennifer Chang, from “Dialogues (Against Literature)”

leonardospoetry:

Feeling too much 
can hurt sometimes, 
but one day you grow 
and realize
that your heart 
was never really 
broken.
It was just 
wide open.

leonardospoetry:

“And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.”

Mary Oliver