November 2011
“In 1994, a crack unit of semi-trained specialists were sent into Henley on a mission to alter their perspectives. They haven’t been fully able to function since, the shit was that strong… So if you’ve got a problem, and no one else can help, maybe you can hire… someone who isn’t giggling too much in a confused mess of epic proportions”.
“I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day,
on the surface of intention,...”
– Luke Davies, from “[In the yellow time of pollen]” (via proustitute)
Simply...
To lay with you watching the stars…
Sun rise…
Sun set beneath the horizon,
Waves playing against our feet
The sky is clear
Twinkling dots in the void
I need see no more
I need want no more
There is no more
Nothing but you
The only stars I care
are your eyes
“Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?”
– Louis XIV (last words)
In the orchard and rose garden
I long to see your face.
In the taste of sweetness
I long to kiss your lips.
In the shadows of passion
I long for your Love.
“I am too pure for you or anyone.”
– Sylvia Plath (via ireadintothings) 