Catharsis.
(via alittlesomthingsomething)
Mantra.
(via theblackcatzon)
Which are you drinking – the water, or the wave?
(via cazduro)
Some blood that is mine, but that I have never known.
(via gaynike)
Non-blonds – strangely, blonds elude my perception, acknowledgement, recognition, do not inhabit my world – with books, lots and lots of books, reading, alluring, sexy, enthralling.
(via landoflesbians)
At best, poet; at worst, sorcerer.
(via skimmingthetop)
This may well be the closest I can come to a story of my life.
Dream on, my dear, and renounce temporal obligations.
Dream on, my dear, it’s a sleep which you may not awaken.
(The Ubiquitous Mr Lovegrove, Dead Can Dance)
Sometimes it crosses my mind
that the things I write here
are nothing other than images
that prisoners and sailors
tattoo on their skin.
(via voy3ur)