1lytics Cannedass.
themadeshop:

kateoplis
blackpoemusic:

Beloved,In what other lives or landsHave I known your lipsYour HandsYour Laughter braveIrreverent.Those sweet excesses thatI do adore.What surety is thereThat we will meet again,On other worlds someFuture time undated.I defy my body’s haste.Without the promiseOf one more sweet encounterI will not deign to die.
Refusal by Maya Angelou
Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.
━ Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via lecatnoir)

(Source: kitty-en-classe, via tuikio)

Apparently orgasm is the only point where your mind becomes completely empty—you think of nothing for that second. That’s why it’s so compelling—it’s a tiny taste of death. Your mind is void—you have nothing in your head save white light.
━ Jeff Buckley (via ink—veins)

Huh. I never saw it as death but a moment of pure awareness. The “Buddha consciousness” one ultimately hopes to obtain. Perfect enlightenment. One with creation, one with the universe. Sex is the ultimate meditation.

/ seems I may have forgotten this as of late..

(via shadowsandsolace)

(Source: seabois, via shadowsandsolace)

fuckyeahmodernflapper:

Bebe Daniels (A Scena Muda, Rio de Janeiro 1921)
harrylouismarcandjacob:

andre klitzke
jadorephotographieamour:

Joseph Mallord William Turner - “Mossdale Fall” - 1816-18
(Ps. I live very close by (in fact this waterfall is at my doorstep, its changed a  lot), feels amazing)
electio-artis:

J.M.W Turner | Modern Rome - Campo Vaccino (1839)
dappledwithshadow:

Green Seascape, Leon Spilliaert