March 2012
5 posts
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
– Sylvia Plath
(via coffeeislovely)
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through...
– Pablo Neruda (via mermaidsongs)
At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon. And...
– Salvador Dalí (via saisonlune)
Artist, Once
That was in a room for rent.
It had a window and a bed,
it was enough for dreaming,
for stunning facts like being
at last, and undeniably
in NYC, enough to hold
enfolded as in a pregnancy,
those not-yet-painted works
to be. They, hanging fire,
slow to come - to come
outout - being deep inside her,
oozing metamorphosis
in her warm dark, took
their time and promised.
Fast...
February 2012
104 posts
JWOWW would like to smush you, Mr. President →
Ulysses S. Grant! total babe!
You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.
– E.E. Cummings (via delasoleil)