[pixiedeadbeat]

Delia Derbyshire at the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, 1960’s.

[irisasis]

George Harrison in home Kinafauns (1965) Photographer: Henry Grossman

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“ai will replace you” i’d like to see ai yearn for her like i do

[tinyghosts]

“I realized that even if no one ever found me, and even if I lived out the rest of my life here, always missing, forever a missing person to other people, I could never be missing to myself, I could never delete my own history, and I would always know exactly where I was and where I had been and I would never wake up not being whom I was and it didn’t matter how much or how little I thought I understood the mess of myself, because I would never, no matter what I did, be missing to myself and that was what I had wanted all this time, to go fully missing, but I would never be able to go fully missing — nobody is missing like that, no one has ever had that luxury and no one ever will.”

— Catherine Lacey, Nobody Is Ever Missing (via oiseauperdu)

[derangedrhythms]

You are everything to me. What wouldn't I want to be for you. I'd like to follow you when you're dead, look back to see you even if I might be turned into stone.

Ingeborg Bachmann, In the Storm of Roses; from ‘The Poem for the Reader’, tr. Mark Anderson

[memorysong]

[mariannefaithfullism]

Marianne Faithfull photographed by Michael Ward, 1967.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nina LaCour via letsbelonelytogetherr

[oncce-againn]

how am i so obsessive and so avoidant at the same time

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— endlessnamelesseternity (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[lunamonchtuna]

— Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance (1944-1959) (via lunamonchtuna)

[lunamonchtuna]

— Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women: a world poetry anthology (via lunamonchtuna)

[inkpressedpetals]

[derangedrhythms]

I do think that it is hard for me to share myself with everyone. My introspection and queer thoughts always make me feel no one will understand –

Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath: Volume I: 1940-1956 — Ann Davidow-Goodman, 20th May 1951

[lesbihonesti]

Dana Fairbanks you’re so dear to me

[unseenmonstermuse]

There’s a Turkish saying:

"You fall in love with a pair of eyes, and than you become blind to all other eyes."

[sweet-talia]