“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)
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)