Dream Lover by Bobby Darin
i spent the better part of saturday on my knees in the dirt, sorting earth, and clustering flowers. tall white stock, deep orange poppies, bright blue prim roses. i could describe bliss this way. i lit my candles tonight and my mood is somewhere between content, insatiable and productive. la sera is becoming my favorite music to listen to lately. do you read these words? i sat today in a church...
Fréhel | Si tu n’étais pas là
it sickens me to think of you a prevalance of void unholy immovable damned. gifts. an overblown sense of his own importance. i wish you were dead forget about you. crow florid with fantasies it’s so awful a perfect imitation a liability to love forget you quite alone masturbating rot disappointment grotesque your arms cradle poisons garbage grenades loneliness ...
Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination...– Fernando Pessoa via leda-swanson * rahgheer (via frenchtwist)
I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and only a minor...– Love is a Dog from Hell - Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)