:)

Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed…

one year, one year absent….. :(

put me in here. I want to camp out. 

(via thebeeznees)

I’ll wait for you. should I fall behind, wait for me.

Last time I cried? About 10 seconds ago… 

Svetlana Zakharova

this is actually perfect. I’m thinking of getting a tapestry behind my bed.. this is definitely helping my decision to follow through.

(via thejoysofbooks)

“A wheatpaste of a sultry lady looms over a garden. Figures kiss or dance. Small, bright mosaics by Jérôme Gulon dot street corners”

Paris, France

(via bergdorfgoodman)

beautiful

I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body. I like what it does,
I like its hows. I like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, I like kissing this and that of you,
I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly I like the thrill
of under me you so quite new

(via skinnyboys)