Roaring 1920’s Art Deco Cocoon Flapper Style.

“She is written in a foreign tongue.”

- Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady

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Solar eclipse. March 20th 2015 as seen from Leicester, UK

Now as a .gif,  because this is Tumblr

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, "To the Desert"

rawest fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order:

i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight

heat of her breath in my mouth; im alive

i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword

and when the earth is trembling on some new beginning with the same sweet shock of when adam first came

every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside

the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen

if I was born as a blackthorn tree i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies

some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do

before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea

betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight

i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me

screaming the name of a foreigner’s god; the purest expression of grief

sweet and right and merciful, i’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing

but you don’t know the hell you put me through; to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you

so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you

my head was war, my skin was soaked, I called your name ‘til the fever broke

be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking

remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

I hate flirting. I find it humiliating. Act normal and I will decide if I find you sexy... none of these theatrics and tricks... none of this treacherousness...

Chinese garden in Berlin. 🌿

𖧷 We met two very friendly, cute ducks - a couple. They sat with us and even touched my feet.

Me and the other prehistoric caveboys following a mammoth for three days straight without stopping, knowing that big furry bitch’s endurance is running thin