[dutzervonmezzenbrau]

“She was one of those languid women, made of dark honey, smooth and sweet, and terribly sticky, who take control of a room with a syrupy gesture, a toss of the hair, a single slow whiplash of the eyes and all the while remain as still as the centre of a hurricane, apparently unaware of the force of gravity by which they irresistibly attract themselves the yearnings and the souls of both men and women.“”

— Patrick Süskind, “das Parfum” (1985)

[cybervoidd]

[tordenvejr]

love hides in questions, you cannot ask a thing without giving yourself away. how was your day? (i hope it was good) when can i see you again? (i pray it's soon) do you feel safe with me? (i feel safe with you) what is your favorite color? (i wish to enrobe you in all that makes you smile)

[olderboy-aesthethic]

[themodernisis]

I want to permanently feel how jazz sounds.

[mostbeautifulgirlscaps]

[theambitiouswoman]

[oift-deactivated20200815]

[ih8ikura]

[fossil0000]

Dancers, Salvador, Brazil 2002 from Divided Souls by David Alan Harvey

[cersplace]

─ Nayyirah Waheed

[edithtove]

[cosmicanger]

october blue (away) on flickr

[metamorphesque]

Anthem, Leonard Cohen

[qadarpriestress]

The older I get, the more I appreciate slowness. Slow mornings, slow burn dating, slow days, slow music, slow conversations.

[lexxnova]

Stop waiting to feel ready. Ready is not a feeling, it’s a decision.

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters