You know what’s kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
(Source: timorleste, via tinostoma-smaragditis)
Ich bin nicht da, bin mich suchen gegangen. Wenn ich wieder da bin, bevor ich zurückkomme, sagt mir ich soll auf mich warten.
—(via artmosfearr)
(Source: fuck-it-hurts, via tinostoma-smaragditis)
Slow down, girl! I know you and I see what you’re doing there…
(Source: octopussoir-, via lueurr)
The symphony of colors ( Yeni, Cami, Istanbul ) by Vadim Arshavsky
(Source: scentofapassion, via swayinghummingbirds)
The stalks of these flowers are already dried up, but their blossoms are preserved and kept fresh by the medical infusion bags. The life-span of every living creature is limited. The infusion bags stand for the progress in medicine and the prolongation of human life. They somehow carry an ambivalent message as they refer to both death and life the same time. To preserve the beauty of the flowers artifically with the help of the infusion bags points out man’s inclination to repress the fact that he has to die and to postpone death.
(Source: danceabletragedy, via tinostoma-smaragditis)
(Source: i-am-the-oracular-spectacular)
