purity of darkness

i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. i will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air, alive, with closed eyes. ~ e.e.c

[madame-amour]

“The Beguiled” (dir. Sofia Coppola, 2017)

[divinebeauties]

Georgia  //  georgiapalmer

[amphxora]

Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin

[vahsaw]

The Painted Hills form part of the John Day Fossil Beds located in Eastern Oregon © Carl Bigmore

[mazzystardust]

[watchoutforintellect]

It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative; which ever is running  at the moment dominates my life, floods it.

Sylvia Plath - from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via watchoutforintellect)

[jonnygreenwood-blog]

[hiladydeath]

radioead in its finest, my dear people

[hiladydeath]

Black Lake - Björk

Listen to 04 Black Lake - Björk by Rafael Alves de Almeida #np on #SoundCloud

i hate this song 

[kristenstewartfashionstyle]

[hiladydeath]

she will be the death of me, and this shirt, fucking hell, i can’t

[barcarole]

Galina Ulanova coaching Nikolai Tsiskaridze for Narcissus, photos by Mikhail Logvinov.

[gh0stgirl420-deactivated2018052]

“From here on out, I am only interested in what is real. Real people, real feelings, that’s it, that’s all I’m interested in.”

Almost famous (2000)

Cameron crowe

[angelismes]

Skin, 18 november 2015. Sarissa de Groot.

[hiladydeath]

and you told me my skin was something unreal. you wanted to grab every inch of it but i didn’t let you, i wanted tho. but i didn’t.

[lithographarry]

[nuestra]

[mydarkenedeyes]

Nuestra

[scary-crow]

when i say i’ll see you soon i mean the balconies of 2 a.m. hotel rooms with the lights left on inside. curtains careless, whispers wild. starving windows swallowing the world. i mean the highway lights like city spines. urban trails and barefoot asphalt nights. collarbones and the crescent moon. i mean these are the dreams i want to dream with you.

i’ve got a plan now for the first time in my life

Jess.

(via wordsbyjm)

[explore-blog]

My Bartoli…I don’t know how to write love letters.  But I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty…. love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.  You know, my sky, you rain on me and I, like the earth, receive you.

Frida Kahlo’s newly discovered love letters to Spanish artist Jose Bartoli. Compare and contrast with her passionate love letters to Diego Rivera.

Complement with this wonderful picture-book about Kahlo’s life of love and art.

For more beautiful love letters, see those of Vladimir Nabokov, Margaret Mead, Franz Kafka, Oscar Wilde, Violet Trefusis, and Mozart.

[noonesdrivingthisship]

Clothes off