"I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don’t want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic."

Old plane turned into a house

farfromheaven:

(via longlivethequeen)

XV by Pablo Neruda

We the mortals touch the metals, 
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, 
knowing they will go on, inert or burning, 
and I was discovering, naming all the these things: 
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

"The appearance of things changes according to the emotions; and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves."

Raw With Love by Charles Bukowski

little dark girl with 
kind eyes 
when it comes time to 
use the knife 
I won’t flinch and 
i won’t blame 
you, 
as I drive along the shore alone 
as the palms wave, 
the ugly heavy palms, 
as the living does not arrive 
as the dead do not leave, 
i won’t blame you, 
instead 
i will remember the kisses 
our lips raw with love 
and how you gave me 
everything you had 
and how I 
offered you what was left of 
me, 
and I will remember your small room 
the feel of you 
the light in the window 
your records 
your books 
our morning coffee 
our noons our nights 
our bodies spilled together 
sleeping 
the tiny flowing currents 
immediate and forever 
your leg my leg 
your arm my arm 
your smile and the warmth 
of you 
who made me laugh 
again. 
little dark girl with kind eyes 
you have no 
knife. the knife is 
mine and i won’t use it 
yet.