225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.

- Charles Bukowski, “For Jane” (via letters-to-nobody)

Dolce & Gabbana S/S 2014

Alberta Ferretti spring 2014
Don’t touch me if you don’t mean it.
- The War Boys (2009)

(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via 5000letters)

The rapt pupil will be forgiven for assuming the Tsar of Death to be wicked and the Tsar of Life to be virtuous . Let the truth be told : There is no virtue anywhere. Life is sly and unscrupulous , a blackguard, wolfish , severe.
- Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via lifeinpoetry)

(Source: songsofwolves, via lifeinpoetry)

Camila | Paloma Wool

Les Beehive – Natalie Portman by Ellen von Unwerth, 1996

(c) Desire par Buyaharbour sur Flickr
Well, so many words, because I can’t touch you. If I could sleep with my arms around you, the ink could stay in the bottle.
- D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

(Source: odditoreum)

Your voice sounds completely different in different languages. It alters your personality somehow. I don’t think people get the same feeling from you. The rhythm changes. Because the rhythm of the language is different, it changes your inner rhythm and that changes how you process everything.

When I hear myself speak French, I look at myself differently. Certain aspects will feel closer to the way I feel or the way I am and others won’t. I like that—to tour different sides of yourself. I often find when looking at people who are comfortable in many languages, they’re more comfortable talking about emotional stuff in a certain language or political stuff in another and that’s really interesting, how people relate to those languages.
- Francois Arnaud for Interview Magazine (via colporteur)

(Source: iraplastic, via colporteur)


Marion Collier (née Huxley) by John Collier, 1883 (detail)