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wnderlst:

Álftavatn, Iceland |  Björk Guðbrandsdóttir

wnderlst:

Álftavatn, Iceland |  Björk Guðbrandsdóttir


ddearestjournal:

9:05am | twelfth august | i remember when i first met you, a knock on the door and a friendly smile appeared, we drove to the mountains and i remember feeling dizzy and timid and how i couldn’t stop fiddling with my hands, you spoke confidently and it calmed me, i remember how you would open and close the car door for me and i forgot how to say thankyou. i remember our first kiss, i was awfully shy but you didn’t seem to mind, lips almost touching, a sudden rush of fear, and i would hide my head in your chest, but when we kissed, i remember thinking i never wanted you to stop. i remember this one night where we sat on the floor in your room and you showed me the things that you treasured most, i felled in love with how your eyes lighten up as you told past stories. i remember watching you play the piano in the dim lighting, i could see this pain in your face, my chest felt heavy as you played as though i could feel your pain, your voice was soft and quiet and i whispered for you to come here, and we held each other and i could feel your heart beat against mine, and we kissed, i wanted so badly to kiss the sadness away. i remember our first bath we shared together, i was so terrified for you to see my naked body, ‘for emma, forever ago’ was playing on vinyl and the room was glistening from candles and fairy lights, you had your eyes covered until i felt safe and it felt so nice that you accepted my faults, but my god you looked so beautiful. i remember the first time we made love, the trace of your fingertips, your soft lips, the way you looked at me, everything felt magical and surreal. and at night when we’re drifting of to sleep, i can feel your heartbeat, and your inhales and exhales are like a lullaby that help keep me to sleep. i remember when you told me how you love me, i think my heart stopped. i adore you, sometimes i hear people asking me ‘don’t you think you romanticise him and your rushing into things?’ but i don’t care, this is real and this is how i feel and i adore you, i adore you, i adore you, my chest feels heavy and the butterflies won’t go away, i like our little world best, let’s stay here

ddearestjournal:

9:05am | twelfth august | i remember when i first met you, a knock on the door and a friendly smile appeared, we drove to the mountains and i remember feeling dizzy and timid and how i couldn’t stop fiddling with my hands, you spoke confidently and it calmed me, i remember how you would open and close the car door for me and i forgot how to say thankyou. i remember our first kiss, i was awfully shy but you didn’t seem to mind, lips almost touching, a sudden rush of fear, and i would hide my head in your chest, but when we kissed, i remember thinking i never wanted you to stop. i remember this one night where we sat on the floor in your room and you showed me the things that you treasured most, i felled in love with how your eyes lighten up as you told past stories. i remember watching you play the piano in the dim lighting, i could see this pain in your face, my chest felt heavy as you played as though i could feel your pain, your voice was soft and quiet and i whispered for you to come here, and we held each other and i could feel your heart beat against mine, and we kissed, i wanted so badly to kiss the sadness away. i remember our first bath we shared together, i was so terrified for you to see my naked body, ‘for emma, forever ago’ was playing on vinyl and the room was glistening from candles and fairy lights, you had your eyes covered until i felt safe and it felt so nice that you accepted my faults, but my god you looked so beautiful. i remember the first time we made love, the trace of your fingertips, your soft lips, the way you looked at me, everything felt magical and surreal. and at night when we’re drifting of to sleep, i can feel your heartbeat, and your inhales and exhales are like a lullaby that help keep me to sleep. i remember when you told me how you love me, i think my heart stopped. i adore you, sometimes i hear people asking me ‘don’t you think you romanticise him and your rushing into things?’ but i don’t care, this is real and this is how i feel and i adore you, i adore you, i adore you, my chest feels heavy and the butterflies won’t go away, i like our little world best, let’s stay here

(via tryings)




chrisburkard:

Iceland bound in a couple days to get lost in the rugged wild landscapes of this country with #RareForm #solarlife and #poweredbyslime!!

chrisburkard:

Iceland bound in a couple days to get lost in the rugged wild landscapes of this country with #RareForm #solarlife and #poweredbyslime!!



lady-annabelle:

love.

lady-annabelle:

love.


ninasclicks:

Gin & tonic on Flickr.

ninasclicks:

Gin & tonic on Flickr.

(via lady-annabelle)


roaminginromania:

Beautiful, rainy day in Brasov. (at Brasov, Romania)

roaminginromania:

Beautiful, rainy day in Brasov. (at Brasov, Romania)

(via ro-mania)


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