muovimi il sole.

“We are overwhelmed. Let us be overwhelmed. It is so lovely, so lovely.” Deborah, 25, Venice.

[weltenwellen]

I Do Know Some Things Richard Siken

[luthienne]

Olena Kalytiak Davis, from Shattered Sonnets, Love Cards, and Other Off and Back Handed Importunities; "in the clear long after"

[bebemoon]

detail of ‘odalisque’ by philippe-jacques van brée .

[freshmoviequotes]

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964)

[stevienick]

CHUNGKING EXPRESS (1994)

[cherry-bomb-angel]

[luthienne]

“I used to be a hopeless romantic. I am still a hopeless romantic. I used to believe that love was the highest value. I still believe that love is the highest value. I don’t expect to be happy. I don’t imagine that I will find love, whatever that means, or that if I do find it, it will make me happy. I don’t think of love as the answer or the solution. I think of love as a force of nature - as strong as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming, as drought-making as it is life-giving.”

— Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[racheldroter]

TAROT

two friends contemplate the future with the help of Tarot cards

buy the print here

[birdasaurus]

Harrison Glazier

[thefallofsnow]

Yves Saint Laurent photographed by Lord Snowdon, 1980

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Marathon”, Poems 1962 - 2012

[sweetoothgirl]

Brown Butter Buttermilk Cinnamon Rolls

[luthienne]

“Sometimes, you just want / something so hard you have to lie about it, / so you can hold it in your mouth for a minute, / how real hunger has a real taste.”

— Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things; “Lies About Sea Creatures”

[filmaticbby]

À Nos Amours (1983) dir. Maurice Pialat

[muovimiilsole]

“My love is honey tongue. Dandelion wine in a pitcher. Thirsty love. My love licks it’s fingers before it has even fed. My love is peach juice dripping down the neck. Too much sugar love. Cavity love. Toothache, tummy ache love. Soft hands holding the jaw open love. Summer love. Sticky sweet, sticky sweat love. My love can’t ride a bike. My love walks everywhere. Wanders through the river. Feeds the fish, skips the stones. Barefoot love. My love stretches itself out on the grass, kisses a nectarine. My love is never waiting. My love is a traveller, a fruit-eater, a holder. My love is alive. Warm. It lives. It breathes.”

— Caitlyn Siehl, Warm after “Love, Gravity, and Other Forces” by Anita Ofokansi (via alonesomes)

[seaoflove]

holly warburton + public intimacy

[vampireswife]

Ulyana Sergeenko / Spring 2019