"She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope."

Grounded on earth, unrealistic and blunt. Take it or leave it.

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"Even in the breeze of this beginning hour we breathe farewell."

- Rainer Maria Rilke, Uncollected Poems
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Elements by Cathrine Langwagen

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The spring II by cuzco07

Gebhart de Koekkoek

"You are so good. So good, you’re always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it."

- Silas House, This is My Heart for You (via larmoyante)


Moon by Subhajeet Mukherjee

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(via 500px / The Mystic Grove by Kilian Schönberger)
Taken last week in Tapada Nacional de Mafra, Portugal.

"We use the past to define ourselves, to deal with the present, and to prepare for the future. Memory dictates the way we express ourselves, think about ourselves, and communicate with others; it is the core of being human." - Edith Nalle Schafer

Total eclipse... by (The Norwegian)

"Because I wanted you." He turned from the window to face me. "More than I ever wanted anything in my life," he added softly. “When I ask my Da how ye know which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I’d have no doubt. And I didn’t. When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, ‘Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman.’”


"Ye know," he observed, letting go at last, "you’ve never said it."
"Neither have you."
"I have. The day after we came. I said I wanted you more than anything."
"And I said that loving and wanting weren’t necessarily the same thing," I countered.
He laughed. "Perhaps you’re right, Sassenach."
He smoothed the hair from my face and kissed my brow. "I wanted ye from the first time I saw ye, but I loved ye when you wept in my arms and let me comfort you, that first time at Leoch." 

(Source: tracesoftears, via fuckyeahjamieandclaire)

"Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there’s no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words, again and again. While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them. Go back to sleep, mo duinne"

- Jamie in Dragonfly in Amber, Chapter 45 (via clairelizabethfraser)

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Jamie and Claire in season one, episode two → “Castle Leoch 

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"Because my love for you is above the level of the words
I’ve decided to remain silent."

- Nizar Qabbani (via 00gravity)

(Source: nizariat, via quaint-hearts)