Tim Huijts
@timhuijts.bsky.social
Posting about books, photos, nature, mental health, some music and some science - photos mine
poppy-heart, petal-wings,
missed beats still heard
missed beats still heard
November 16, 2025 at 3:16 PM
poppy-heart, petal-wings,
missed beats still heard
missed beats still heard
cloudwoven moonsail
moored in me
moored in me
November 16, 2025 at 3:14 PM
cloudwoven moonsail
moored in me
moored in me
come, write us, unfinish our book
November 16, 2025 at 3:14 PM
come, write us, unfinish our book
'Nameless and patient, these things had been waiting in the dark, waiting for her to come back and enjoy them. They met her eye with self-possession.'
-Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes
-Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes
November 15, 2025 at 9:53 PM
'Nameless and patient, these things had been waiting in the dark, waiting for her to come back and enjoy them. They met her eye with self-possession.'
-Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes
-Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes
Reposted by Tim Huijts
Let go, my voice, but deeper, under your skin; unmute, speak heart.
November 5, 2025 at 6:25 AM
Let go, my voice, but deeper, under your skin; unmute, speak heart.
What life do words have if I don't breathe them, but swallow them, more caged birds for my stomach? Open my mouth to you, let my words speak feathers to your skin
November 15, 2025 at 9:50 PM
What life do words have if I don't breathe them, but swallow them, more caged birds for my stomach? Open my mouth to you, let my words speak feathers to your skin
Reposted by Tim Huijts
love,
the breathing
of your
soul
upon
my lips
~e.e. cummings
the breathing
of your
soul
upon
my lips
~e.e. cummings
October 15, 2025 at 5:33 AM
love,
the breathing
of your
soul
upon
my lips
~e.e. cummings
the breathing
of your
soul
upon
my lips
~e.e. cummings
...hers and mine are the same.
November 14, 2025 at 9:36 PM
...hers and mine are the same.
Reposted by Tim Huijts
Dear Souls
Kraków, 2016
Laura Makabresku
Kraków, 2016
Laura Makabresku
October 26, 2023 at 5:27 PM
Dear Souls
Kraków, 2016
Laura Makabresku
Kraków, 2016
Laura Makabresku
Reposted by Tim Huijts
When I bare my soul you feel seen. Who did we leave but ourselves?
September 20, 2025 at 11:05 AM
When I bare my soul you feel seen. Who did we leave but ourselves?
November bloom -
hope despite
hope despite
November 13, 2025 at 7:58 PM
November bloom -
hope despite
hope despite
dream of us
to meet me there
to meet me there
November 13, 2025 at 7:56 PM
dream of us
to meet me there
to meet me there
From the shadows, you are watching me dance in the light, smiling at you, beckoning. You are not coming closer; I understand, it feels safer there. I will also take shelter in the dark, existing but unseen, finding you in words unwritten.
November 13, 2025 at 7:55 PM
From the shadows, you are watching me dance in the light, smiling at you, beckoning. You are not coming closer; I understand, it feels safer there. I will also take shelter in the dark, existing but unseen, finding you in words unwritten.
Reposted by Tim Huijts
tiny winged thing
[broken or unbroken]
as breath held soft
within my body
or released to sky
[together or apart]
you are still
my heart
[broken or unbroken]
as breath held soft
within my body
or released to sky
[together or apart]
you are still
my heart
November 12, 2025 at 10:22 AM
tiny winged thing
[broken or unbroken]
as breath held soft
within my body
or released to sky
[together or apart]
you are still
my heart
[broken or unbroken]
as breath held soft
within my body
or released to sky
[together or apart]
you are still
my heart
Memories of words that still live, unseen, unheard, but breathing, humming, in fingers, on lips
November 10, 2025 at 10:03 PM
Memories of words that still live, unseen, unheard, but breathing, humming, in fingers, on lips
vines unblushed
clouds falling for us
clouds falling for us
November 10, 2025 at 9:24 PM
vines unblushed
clouds falling for us
clouds falling for us
Entangled in your absence, each day is a petal we didn't slip between pages, each star-thorned night a thigh unkindled by nails; but in this embrace of words, we still feel, you and I.
November 10, 2025 at 9:23 PM
Entangled in your absence, each day is a petal we didn't slip between pages, each star-thorned night a thigh unkindled by nails; but in this embrace of words, we still feel, you and I.
Reposted by Tim Huijts
'We find beauty not in the thing itself but in the patterns of shadows, the light and the darkness, that one thing against another creates.'
-Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, In Praise of Shadows
-Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, In Praise of Shadows
November 9, 2025 at 3:16 PM
'We find beauty not in the thing itself but in the patterns of shadows, the light and the darkness, that one thing against another creates.'
-Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, In Praise of Shadows
-Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, In Praise of Shadows
'If you believe in the shadow, you cannot help believing in the light.'
-Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Cogwheels
-Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Cogwheels
November 9, 2025 at 3:15 PM
'If you believe in the shadow, you cannot help believing in the light.'
-Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Cogwheels
-Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Cogwheels
'Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.'
-Rainer Maria Rilke
and make big shadows I can move in.'
-Rainer Maria Rilke
November 9, 2025 at 3:14 PM
'Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.'
-Rainer Maria Rilke
and make big shadows I can move in.'
-Rainer Maria Rilke
'Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.'
-Anaïs Nin
-Anaïs Nin
November 9, 2025 at 3:14 PM
'Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.'
-Anaïs Nin
-Anaïs Nin
lanterns dark
out of light's depth
night shines its shadows
out of light's depth
night shines its shadows
November 8, 2025 at 10:15 PM
lanterns dark
out of light's depth
night shines its shadows
out of light's depth
night shines its shadows
'Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.'
-Anaïs Nin
-Anaïs Nin
November 8, 2025 at 9:10 PM
'Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.'
-Anaïs Nin
-Anaïs Nin
