Vendrá la muerte y tendrá tus ojos

For sure is death to all that’s born, sure is birth to all that dies and for this, you have no cause to grieve

[decepticun]

[rosieandthemoon]

Ruins in India

[heavenlyyshecomes]

there is a level of seduction that exists beyond the body. something less tangible, and perhaps more potent. anais nin understood this idea about how desire does not begin with touch but with language, perception, and the sharp electric pull of a mind that challenges and excites you. in her journals, desire is not just a physical hunger but a hunger of the intellect, an unraveling of thought before an unraveling of the body. to be drawn into someone’s mind, to feel their thoughts press against your own, can be more intoxicating than any physical closeness.

—Caitlyn Richardson, 'can intellectual intimacy replace physical desire?', in milk fed

[xveyra]

Some connections feel ancient, as if two souls signed a pact long before they ever met.

[theoptia]

Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959; May 13th, 1959

[stlowens]

Louise Glück, from “Twilight.”

[roadkill-pup]

[seraphinesaintclair]

Charles Baudelaire, “Afternoon Song”

[twirld]

The Rescue (detail) Vereker Monteith Hamilton

[requiem-on-water]

by Johnny Renquist | Haarkon | Raewyn Pope | Christopher Perez  

[mournfulroses]

Sonya Vatomsky, from a poem titled "Spring Flowers," featured in Salt Is for Curing, publ. in 2015

[expressions-of-nature]

Lonely by Ruslan Stepanov

[leirelatent]

by Nona Limmen

[0bianuju]

[pmamtraveller]

Takato Yamamoto - Vampire Fairy Demon

[rosieandthemoon]

Ruins in India

[feral-ballad]

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from Lucky Fish: Poems: “A globe is just an asterisk and every home should have an asterisk”