February 2012
Vilhelm Hammershoi
candyheilman:
I was only going to post 2 or 3 of his.. but I couldn’t choose out of these. I love them all! Their grey-neutral tones.. everything dull, on the verge of depressing. Yet there’s always an open window. A glimmer of sunlit hope.
you're a memory.
thedustdancestoo:
i hold you
at the edges
so you don’t disintegrate
and fall between my fingers
to the floor.
a chill comes over me.
thedustdancestoo:
(where have you gone?)
this house is a ghost. the air
filling up these empty rooms
and hallways is thick. quiet.
like forgotten words never spoken.
(is it the air that left your lungs?)
empty living room.
thedustdancestoo:
silent
hushed voices filter in
from adjacent rooms.
whispers
of the past—
present memories
of simple moments
and quiet hours
shared
with those we love,
those we loved.
i feel you.
thedustdancestoo:
you are in this room
floating with the dust
in the sunlight, entangled
in the spider-web
at the corner of the ceiling;
residing in my mind.
Another Birthday.I hate the growing distance...
Tomorrow will be my 6th Birthday since I became a lone twin.I struggle to find the words,to describe how it feels,to grow older,while your identical twin will forever remain the age she died.
It’s so cruel.
I love and miss you,every second,of everyday,my lovely little Claire.
I hope you’re safe and happy,wherever you are,and keeping an eye on us.And knowing how much you’ll...
“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In...”
– Rose Kennedy
(via lastellamaris)
