SHIP TO WRECK

don't touch the sleeping pills, they mess with my bed. dredging the great white sharks swimming in my head. and here comes a killer whale, to sing me to s l e e p. thrashing the covers off, it has me by the teeth. and oh my l o v e remind me, what was it that i said? i can't help but pull the earth around me, to make my bed. and l o v e remind me, what was it that i did? did i drink too much? am i losing touch? did i build this ship to wreck?

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CLASSIC ART MOODBOARDS:   botticelli’s birth of venus

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(I don’t do anything with my life except romanticise and decay with indecision)

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I want to live only for ecstasy. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades, leave me cold. I like extravagance.

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary Of Anaïs Nin, Volume I 1931-1934 (via violentwavesofemotion)