Romantic Aesthetic - Blog Posts

Let's bring back putting flowers in your beloved's hair

Éfeso, Turquía

This, just this

@utopie-sempiternelle

Heat rushed into my cheeks the moment her lips touched my own, and as my heart leaped into the back of my throat, I let go, losing myself in her arms, under her touch, and her fierce kiss.

-C. A. Hall, Wolf of Mine

It's so true!

the agony you fall into as soon as you finish a book that has changed your life is unbearable. it's slow and wears you out from within, making you burn in solitude. everything around you is different and it's as if you ended up with the book itself.

___hanfolk

I've just turned 18 and ı think ı understand...What people mean to each other.

If I loved you less, I would talk more about my love.

~Jane AUSTEN

I don't care what they do

I just wanna be with you

And I don't mind all the times

We will fight just to get through...

Petition to start a community where we attend balls and only wear fancy gowns?

But I'm a sunflower, a little funny If I was a rose, maybe you'd want me...

I don't want sparkles and marble mansions. I want only YOU...

Green's Daughter Anne

''You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear."

- oscar wilde

Loving You,

Hard as the autumn wind,

Vague as the horizon

And it was as unique as the Milky Way...

“When I fell in love with you.”

cashmere and forgotten love letters

the water engulfed without a moon to reflect. Ashes from desperate cries left burning magnesium through the rues. Starry hands sought the earth, and withdrew as if scalded, scorned whispers echoing through the lifeless home. The heavens grieved and stroked the rivers of fire, flowing ever so serenely now, sobbed harder and washed off memories to a place better deserved. the once bright lanterns, the sole conspirators of curtained stages, no longer remained diminished but choked underneath the clouds. The repressing haze, one which burned your breath, dissipated under the violent fog. The deep violet skies rumbled, quiet in regret, flooded the builds again and again, till life grew anew. The rushing sound never ceased, till the scorched red cleared the ruins brown, till the crushed whispers smelt home. Eventually, a blue, much like your eyes emerged through the tar clouds, and the broken hands gave way to crawling flowers. Amidst the drenched rubble, the soft footsteps of a lone writer remained as lone witness to Pompeii's apology.

In the era of calamities, you're a moment of peace.

— Nasir Kazmi

Source: Pinterest

In the era of calamities, you're a moment of peace.

— Nasir Kazmi

Source: Pinterest

Genuinly in love with this candid shot my friend took in the grocery store yesterday with her dying IPhone 5 that creates a halo with lighting

Timid petals,

Fell on my lips

Rusted metal,

Bound on my ribs

Knew you wouldn’t settle

For anything but bliss

Here’s to my purity and insanity

I was a prisoner of fall,

A prisoner of fall

~ ghosts of tulips past :: 💌