"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

callumbal:

My Neighbor Totoro (1988)

dangerouspoetry:

american horror story: the police

20 August, 2014

sickpage:

kweber222sunset hot spring, 2012
deadpaint:

Jean-Honoré Fragonard, The Swing (1767)
inter-vivos:

forever
"Your kiss feels like home and I’m so fucking homesick."

20 August, 2014