“Make me walk make me talk I’m your dolly”
The Vision of Saint Hubert by Franz von Stuck
If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outsideon my fingertips and at brain edgesand in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
Charles Bukowski, Living on Luck (via bookmania)
here’s a concept: me, riding your ceiling fan like a gargoyle. you, smacking me with a broom. both of us are yelling
to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.
delicate powder blue and soft beige are my new favorite color combination 🕊️