La vie en rose or Alice in Wonderland?
Hey, my name is Mae and I’m a german writer and daydreamer. I use this blog for inspiration and imagination for me and everyone. Feel free for passing by day or night to take a look for new sensations.I do not claim ownership of any images found on this blog. I have found these images online. If you are the owner of an image and would like it removed, please contact me.
4 hours ago - 
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“I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference?”
-Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour
“Always in the night,
she loved the sea of his hands
washing over her,
his fingers all rough sand
and pinches’ kisses on her skin,
until at last he brings the tide.
and covers her in need.”Peregrine
5 hours ago - 3
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(Source: forgive-and-forget, via twilight-breeze)
(Source: akwardbutobvious, via twilight-breeze)
(via thegiftsoflife)
