Oh! do not attack me with your watch.

26/f/NC

lastnightsreading:

mashable:

Today, our guest blogger, Kate Gavino, has illustrated what would happen if The Baby-sitters Club had to confront Tinder.

Here’s another one, featuring the BSC’s favorite punchline, Mallory.

lastnightsreading:

mashable:

Today, our guest blogger, Kate Gavino, has illustrated what would happen if The Baby-sitters Club had to confront Tinder.

Here’s another one, featuring the BSC’s favorite punchline, Mallory.


Robert Redford in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, 1969
centuriespast:

Joseph Mallord William Turner
Stonehenge c.1827
Tate

centuriespast:

Joseph Mallord William Turner

Stonehenge c.1827

Tate

"Recreation" by Audre Lorde

Coming together 
it is easier to work 
after our bodies 
meet
paper and pen
neither care nor profit
whether we write or not
but as your body moves
under my hands 
charged and waiting 
we cut the leash
you create me against your thighs 
hilly with images
moving through our word countries 
my body
writes into your flesh
the poem
you make of me.

Touching you I catch midnight 
as moon fires set in my throat 
I love you flesh into blossom 
I made you
and take you made
into me. 

“Desire is so often an urge to consume. The sound of sucking means few things, all of them hungry. It is no wonder, our obsession with vampires, werewolves, flesh-eating zombies. Think of the vampire’s victim, arched in terrified ecstasy. We agree on this fantasy by the billion: devour us, leave us no choice but to surrender.”

—   In defense of the hickey by Melissa Febos

In the summertime, I love people-watching and sipping at the sight of everyone’s skin and seeing where I want my mouth to follow.  (via arabellesicardi)

(Source: misterracoon, via arabellesicardi)

manhood:

Nicki Minaj x Sandro Botticelli

beez in the renaissance

manhood:

Nicki Minaj x Sandro Botticelli

beez in the renaissance

(via arabellesicardi)

breathingvioletfog:

hands in Au Hasard Balthazar

(dir. Robert Bresson, 1966)

(via salesonfilm)

"To Fanny," by John Keats

I cry your mercy—pity—love! Aye, love!
Merciful love that tantalizes not,
One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,
Unmasked, and being seen—without a blot!
O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss,—those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,—
Yourself—your soul—in pity give me all,
Withhold no atom’s atom or I die,
Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in the mist of idle misery,
Life’s purposes,—the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!

(Source: johnnythehorse, via danforth)

nevver:

Dr. Seuss meets Ludacris, Chelsea Davison

(Source: twitter.com)

illnakedparty:

Being in Love Eases the Pain, by Harriet Lee-Merrion.

illnakedparty:

Being in Love Eases the Pain, by Harriet Lee-Merrion.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Sonnet XLIII”

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

(via callmehats)