These nights, they become the same. Music on low, the window a little open. Sometimes it’s a sinful kiss that curls around the curtain, sometimes it’s the shiver of cold falling rain. Whiskey spins at the bottom of the glass, gold, like worn violin resin. The thrum of the liquid spills across quiet lips and stokes a furnace trail from tongue to throat. The bedsheets are flat and the door is closed. Fingers find words in a pocketbook, trickle out truths across the page in masks laden with other worlds. Stomach lined with memories, head filled with thoughts, the sigh is for the firm sediment layers filling the chest. The liquid spins, the pen draws a loop and the weight refuses to go, pressing deeper into muscles beyond reach. We love, we sign a dotted line we didn’t read and we find ourselves dangling from dewdrop dotted webs, unable to breathe. We learn how to take on the burden of battered hearts a drop of ink and whiskey at a time. These nights, they just become the same.
"Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives."
"The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, its tides and its depths; it has its pearls too."
(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything)
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chilly Goyam mornings by Keitha Haycock [cocteau.triplet] on Flickr.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/b4f766424f7a61c4b620959002128dd2/tumblr_mm3q3yNGwv1qeed9io1_250.jpg)
"You are just so clear and pure and bright and light… it’s wild, it’s like floating. You are quintessentially as ethereal as that moment in life when everything fades, all the bullshit just falls away, and the pureness emerges when everything is aligned. It’s that feeling. I don’t know how to describe it. It’s a feeling that’s incredible and indescribable but that’s the closest I can. Like a river that is clear, that is flowing. A river that flows through life, I guess. You can’t see it or know where it is exactly but you feel it, you know it’s there. And it pulls you. Towards the light and goodness and limitless. I’ve never met someone like that. Ever. Not even close. I won’t again."
This mountain nearly killed me, but it was the most intensely beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
This.
Yumbulhakang, Tibet’s First King’s Castle by lylevincent on Flickr.
That GW690… Ektar also gives off beautiful colours :)
