“The blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.”
— Sean Glatch, from “Caffeine, Pt. 1,″ 4:41
“The blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.”
— Sean Glatch, from “Caffeine, Pt. 1,″ 4:41
Y’s by Yohji Yamamoto Reworked Sideways Japanese Denim
Clementine Keith-Roach for Casa Vogue 2010 Shot by Tim Walker
Note to me
I hate when I crave and want and desire like girl if you don’t shut the fuck up and stare at the wall
Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga Voronin)
[Text ID: “I dreamt of you last night — as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me…”]
thinking very hard about changing my user
Mick Jagger & Keith Richards. (1965)
@mathildeaugustadam
Assortment of Japanese gourds, vases, and saké bottles.
Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.
There’s a level of confessional that only occurs when someone is driving you home late at night
Stone-hewn graves at Heysham, Lancashire. Believed to be 11th Century.
From Leonard Cohen’s final letter to his dying muse, Marianne Ihlen. She died in July 2016, and Cohen followed her shortly after, dying in November 2016.
“Well Marianne it’s come to this time when we are really so old and our bodies are falling apart and I think I will follow you very soon. Know that I am so close behind you that if you stretch out your hand, I think you can reach mine. And you know that I’ve always loved you for your beauty and your wisdom, but I don’t need to say anything more about that because you know all about that. But now, I just want to wish you a very good journey. Goodbye old friend. Endless love, see you down the road.”
— Leonard Cohen