#romantic post

[kumsal-thingss]

Mesele uyum. Mesele denk gelmek.

Mesele birbirine iyi gelmek.

Mesele tam da bu...

[pearlsoflongago]

Silences

Poems of Solitude and Stillness

Among the Sierra Nevada Mountains by Albert Bierstadt

Solitude

To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean This is not solitude, 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.

But midst the crowd, the hurry, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel and to possess, And roam alone, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all the flattered, followed, sought and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!

More blest the life of godly eremite, Such as on lonely Athos my be seen, Watching at eve upon the giant height, Which looks o'er waves so blue, skies so serene, That he who there at such an hour hath been Will wistful linger on that hallow'd spot; Then slowly tear him from the witching scene, Sigh forth one wish that such had been his lot, Then turn to hate a world he had almost forgot.

—George Gordon, Lord Byron, from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

Weymouth Bay by John Constable

A Solitude

Sea beyond sea, sand after sweep of sand, Here ivory smooth, here cloven and ridged with flow Of channelled waters soft as rain or snow, Stretch their lone length at ease beneath the bland Grey gleam of skies whose smile on wave and strand Shines weary like a man’s who smiles to know That now no dream can mock his faith with show, Nor cloud for him seem living sea or land.

Is there an end at all of all this waste, These crumbling cliffs defeatured and defaced, These ruinous heights of sea-sapped walls that slide Seaward with all their banks of bleak blown flowers Glad yet of life, ere yet their hope subside Beneath the coil of dull dense waves and hours?

—Charles Algernon Swinburne

Study of a Figure Outdoors: Woman with a Parasol by Claude Monet

Silent Noon

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,— The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms 'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge. 'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:— So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.

—Dante Gabriel Rossetti, from The House of Life

Garden by Claude Monet

[madmanwonder]

Send "The Beauty and the Beast" for the muses to be either the beautiful beauty or the beastly beast in a loving relationship despite the different in term of look and behavior

Send "The Beauty" for the muses to be the beautiful beauty of the relationship

Send "The Beast" for the muses to be the beastly beast of the relationship

[arfareads]

romance in life is so necessary. like i want you to hug me from behind wrap your arms around me place your chin on my shoulder and softly whisper i love you in my ear making goosebumps come to life on my skin. i want you to sit there listening to me while i stupidly talk about the book i just read. and i want you to kiss my tears away when i cry because my favorite fictional character died. i want you to cuddle me at night and as i finally fall asleep you prop yourself up on your elbow and stare at me while your other hand runs through my hair. romance is so fucking necessary in life bro, i want you to make love to me while looking right in my eyes and then we both fall asleep, limbs tangled, your breath mingling in mine and yeah romance is so fucking important.

[sobbingw3b]

Everyone is replaceable. Not you tho I love you a lot.

[amingethia]

What if… we sat in a creek together… and made little dams out of stones, sticks and mud, then broke them down just to make a new one?

[paracosmoon]

[biboomerangboi]

Saw something about Hua Cheng always being able to sense his ashes so he can always sense Xie Lian and I just think it adds a hilarious take to him giving Xie Lian his ashes. Like yes it’s a beautiful and romantic ghostly tradition but there is something so funny about him given them to him the moment he has to leave so he doesn’t lose him again after 800 years of searching like someone tagging a bird to track their migration habits. He is not taking no fucking chances.

[manincaffeine]

My favorite sex position is when you love them and they love you back.

[kumsal-thingss]

Herkese aynı bana farklı olan davranışların var. Bir şey söylemesen de olur...

[lover-suggest]

he’s so cute i want to trap him in the labyrinth. or crucify him or something.

[bildads-shoes]

I love that the whole 1941 sequence which involves Crowley firing a literal *gun* at Aziraphale is arguably the most romantic part of the series, and Crowley kissing Aziraphale for like 15 solid seconds is arguably the most violent moment of the series

[flirting-with-suicide]

She shouldn't be at the club she should be in a crumbling mansion by the sea sipping wine as she is tenderly romanced by a vampire

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[karizmatikzurafa]

#karizmatikzurafa

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