Pieces of me
(Source: thebohemianlovechild, via likingladies)
Rip Nana. You are missed.
Nature can be amazing…
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or, topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I do not love you as the plant that never blooms but it carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this; Where “I” does not exist nor “you”, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
By: Walt Whitman
This is Cassie on the right when I’m getting into bed to try and go to sleep. Me Left.
(Source: fefinhacomo)
Underwater dogs
Photographer Seth Casteel spent hours underwater in Los Angeles taking pictures of dogs chasing balls. Twelve dogs took part in the shoot, including labradors, a border collie, a dachshund, a bulldog, a Belgian tervuren and a King Charles spaniel. A book, Ruff Water, is planned
Sitting here next to you in bed.
Reliving all the things I dread.
Trying not to think back.
But courage was all I lacked.
Seeing the marks from my past.
Always feeling like I’m coming in last.
Pain and sorrow.
Lying and dying.
Starving and breaking.
Things are not what they seem, for I have overcome the obstacles.
All because you’re lying next to me.
