[petalsinfall]

[honeymoonsxo]

[lanadelreyretroaesthetics]

[leonseff]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Bathe my skin in rosewater and myrrh.”

— Grace Bauer, from Poems; “Bathsheba, Looking Forward, Looking Back,”

[seaymph]

[vaninnavaninni]

Anthony Zimmer, 2005

[laduree-et-cigarettes]

AM: pink silk dressing gown ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 🌸🦢

PM: 🌙🌹*ੈ✩‧₊˚ black silk dressing gown

Weekend: ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🧸🍵  cream silk dressing gown ⋆ ୨୧˚｡⋆

[diamondtrashangel]

[flowerytale]

Angela Carter, from “The Lady of the House of Love”, The Bloody Chamber & Other Stories

[psikonauti]

[seaymph]

“Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters (via mirroir)

[nonalimmen]

“I want to be haunted. I want autumn, flowers bathed in blood, the sort of intensity that weighs me down against my own will.”

— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “Autumn Psalm,”

[classicallycara]

[carpethedamndiem]

“Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood. If you nourished your sexual life with all the excitements and adventures which love injects into sensuality, you would be the most potent human being in the world. The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on monotony. Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all of the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anais Nin

[expressions-of-nature]

by Evgeniy Erohin

[wulfbitten]

In the Aspen grove with Rogue