[gaugua]

“we lay in the dark, breathing together, the deepest intimacy.”

— Louise Glück, excerpt of Faithful and Virtuous Night (via moaka)

[theoptia]

Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit: And Three Other Plays; “No Exit”

Text ID: Those big tragic eyes of hers—with that martyred look...

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Aleksandre Akhalkatsishvili

[lifeinpoetry]

“I am safe here in my body because you are with me because my body is yours and my body is you.”

— — Sylvie Baumgartel, from Song of Songs: A Poem

[theoptia]

Anaïs Nin, from Ladders to Fire; “Cities of the Interior”

Text ID: the muse and the mistress.

[musepdf]

coiled corset by shaun leane & alexander mcqueen.

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Peter Do

[honeysilkpoppyseed]

your mom prays for your safety and you're out here asking mfs to choke you

[theoptia]

Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit: And Three Other Plays; “No Exit”

Text ID: I prefer to choose my hell; I prefer to look you in the eyes...

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Aleksandre Akhalkatsishvili

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Pap Magazine

[raresaudii]

Having a relationship with a spoiled women is not for the weak.

[adrasteiax]

“I drink the words you whisper in the dark…”

— Renée Vivien, from Double Ambiguity in “A Crown Of Violets″ [translated by Samantha Pious]

[the-style-press]

Magda 

source

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“Am I being eaten, or eating? Who can say, really?”

— I Can’t Talk About the Trees Without the Blood, ‘Cotton Mouth’ by Tiana Clark

[andrivete]

Yves Olade, When Rome Falls

[manimmichelle]

we supposed to eat fruit and fuck all day