c'mere

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I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via kushandwizdom)

(via ba-in-bs)

fuckyeahdirectors:

Henry Selick on the set of James and the Giant Peach (1996)

fuckyeahdirectors:

Henry Selick on the set of James and the Giant Peach (1996)

And your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body.
Walt Whitman, from “This is what you shall do …” preface to Leaves of Grass (1855)

(Source: hedonistpoet, via dessnering)

I’m not real.

I am loosing my mind and I want to do things I want to do such as:


Draw
Make a song
Cook
Sleep
Read Charles dickens

retrogasm:

Bzorp!

retrogasm:

Bzorp!

How slow life is, how violent hope is.
Guillaume Apollinaire (via likeafieldmouse)

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blastedheath:

Tim Storrier (Australian, b. 1949), Wave and Garland II, 2002. Synthetic polymer paint on board, 40 x 50 cm.

blastedheath:

Tim Storrier (Australian, b. 1949), Wave and Garland II, 2002. Synthetic polymer paint on board, 40 x 50 cm.

(via clementinekite)

civil war skeletons in their graves / they came up clapping / in the spirit of the aviator

(Source: garnbino, via scythia)