in my feelings.

personal sideblog to agntwhisky.

[romancedawg]

Javier Peña being his grumpy lovely self.

[florizels]

I stand in the presence of the destroyed god: a rubble of tendons, knuckles and raw sinews. Knowing that the work is mine how can I love you?

Margaret Atwood, Excerpt of Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein from Selected Poems 1965-1975. (via xshayarsha)

[sputniksea]

[wonderworldmotion]

[vtorjenie-deactivated20161214]

[nemophilies-deactivated20190428]

I live; I die; the sea comes over me; it’s the blue that lasts.

Virginia Woolf, Melymbrosia. (via xshayarsha)

[vriginiawoolf]

I always fall for it. I don’t know why.

[madelynlumpkin]

[darkhelvete-deactivated20180918]

[le-immorte]

Credit ▪ Artistic-depictions: Ecce Homo, Jusepe de Ribera, 1620, oil on canvas

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Night is longing, longing, longing, beyond all endurance.

Henry Miller, from The Rosy Crucifixion Trilogy; “Sexus,” (via xshayarsha)

[predatorysuggestion]

I am as cruel as my mother, the sea.

[hadrian6]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Sitting here cross-legged, lucid as a God, I light a cigarette.

Liu Xia, tr. by Jennifer Stern and Ming Di, from “Game for Myself,” (via xshayarsha)

[angelihabitant]

Roberto Ferri: “Achille (Achilles)”, Detail, Oil on Canvas, 2017

[xshayarsha]

Daedalus and Icarus (detail) Anthony Van Dyck.

[daeneryskairipa]