roserosette: Paris Does Not Exist, 1969, Robert Benayoun
Monthly Archives: January 2016
As a child she was described as having the eyes of a half-tamed creature, being drawn to the unnatural, with a penchant for improvising tempestuous fairy stories. Patti Smith, in her Introduction to Wuthering Heights (via henrydear)
atticawenny: Violet
roserosette: The Nutcracker, 1964
I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me ; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Sylvia Plath, excerpt of Elm (via henrydear)
megandraper: i need money so i can redecorate my room in the style of a brothel during the belle époque
adorleehaze: thecellophaneflower: adorleehaze: Please help I’m squeezing my eyes tightly shut and sending you lustrous golden vibes and an ivory-flower scented embrace. Je t’adore.
In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality. Franz Kafka to Milena (via man-of-prose)
b-agatela: bagatela