(Source: oceansflowers, via lsdkat)

(Source: theotheralice, via lsdkat)

I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows. I was a solid in the midst of other solids.

"[You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
Peeler’s wife.] Smell me."

(Source: the-final-sentence)

deviatesinc:

Composer Alban Berg, 1909

photos by Madame d’Ora

(via mydaguerreotypeboyfriend)

(Source: mysticcorner, via dariasgallery)

bedrock.

please please please give me
this,
in studio recording.

(Source: jugulars, via angleofdeaf)