βDark, with brown hair, I donβt recall. Young. Magnificent eyes that mingle languor with subtlety, cruelty, despair. Slender, dressed in dark colours, black silk stockings.β
β AndrΓ© Breton, fromΒ βNadja,β (via violentwavesofemotion)
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βDark, with brown hair, I donβt recall. Young. Magnificent eyes that mingle languor with subtlety, cruelty, despair. Slender, dressed in dark colours, black silk stockings.β
β AndrΓ© Breton, fromΒ βNadja,β (via violentwavesofemotion)
βYou let your heart go a bit / Like a dog that you call back when he wanders off.β
β Jean-Michel Maulpoix, from βFrom all over, she flowsβ¦β, A Matter of Blue: Poems (trans. Dawn M. Cornelio)
Margaret Atwood, from βTricks With Mirrorsβ, Selected Poems, 1965-1975
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
β Mahmoud Darwish, The Dreamers Pass from One Sky to Another
half asleep, half dreaming.
by louis jean franΓ§ois lagrenΓ©e and paul oxborough.
Leila Chatti, Postcard from Gone
π΄πππ ππ. π ππππππ πΌπππππ’, πΈππππππ, ππππππππππ πππ πππππ πππππ (π·πΏπ·π½)
Ocean Vuong, On Earth Weβre Briefly Gorgeous
Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; "What I Did Wrong"
Text ID: His cheek against my cheek, / his mouth on my mouth, / his hands on my hair / to be gathered / close closer / This was the source of my suffering and joy
Bob Kaufman, Darkwalking Endlessly
Emily Skaja, from βThank You When Iβm an Axeβ, Brute
βHe did not know that when the erotic and the tender are mixed in a woman, they form a powerful bond, almost a fixation.β
β AnaΓ―s Nin, Delta of Venus Β (via loveage-moondream)
βLove and snowflake-shaped kisses from me.β
β Edna St. Vincent Millay in a letter to Eugen Jan Boissevain, 1932