Voici la nuit: je vais ensevelir mes morts, Mes songes, mes désirs, mes...– Renée Vivien (via monochrom23reich)
aperfectcommotion: In my glad hours, I will make a city of your smile, a distant city that shines and lives. I will take one word of yours to be an island on which birches stand, or fir trees, quite still and ceremonial. I will receive your glance as a fountain in which things can disappear and above which the sky trembles, both eager and afraid to fall in. -Rainer Maria Rilke, from Early...
A gentleman is simply a patient wolf.– Lana Turner (via billets-doux)