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Pearl Eyed Nomad
There is a moonlit night inside of me and a mat gleam cascading through my soul of haze. With one eye of pearl, I will reveal the hidden and forgotten by solely a wistful gaze.


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 thalassic souls

13wanderingsouls said: Aww that is so sweet and perfect! I’m Wafa

It’s lovely to meet you, dear Wafa. ^_^ Looks like you’ll be the only one at my tea party and therefore, I’ll give you the better cup, it has no cracks or stains but it’ll have your name on it! 

Oh oh oh tell me your names and I’ll draw a picture of coffee mugs/tea cups with your names on them and it’ll be like we’re having a cozy evening together with warm fingertips that are rose coloured and with laughter that can be heard from the Moon. 

moonzreg:

i’m insanely in love with the shapes of the human body.
and also i can’t stop admiring juvenility.

(Source: belladonna-of-suffering, via vacant-sweetness)

I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.
I was born with an enormous need for affection and a terrible need to give it.
My father used to say, ‘Don’t raise your voice. Improve your argument.’
My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery—always buzzing, humming, soaring, diving and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for?
You lose it if you talk about it.
pearleyednomadart:

Favourite  shoes. Shoes for people. Shoes for aliens. Shoes for bears and foxes and badgers. Shoes for anyone who wants to wear shoes. Shoes.

pearleyednomadart:

Favourite  shoes. Shoes for people. Shoes for aliens. Shoes for bears and foxes and badgers. Shoes for anyone who wants to wear shoes. Shoes.

Look around you: I mean it. Pause, for a moment and look around the room that you are in. I’m going to point out something so obvious that it tends to be forgotten. It’s this: that everything you can see, including the walls, was, at some point, imagined.