they are the dusk that first kisses my cheek, their words a haunting ode to a lost goddess; ancient letters adorn the poems they’ve writtten and i consume each syllable feverishly, searching for my likeness within the epigram of their secret love
ig: rosenaufsuden
Saint-Étienne-du-Mont | Paris, August 2019
the poet and his muse.
dedicated to my lovely dorian.
a study of the moon
“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche
“A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.” — Paul Cézanne
the gallery of great battles; versailles, paris
I recognize no dichotomy between art and protest.
Ralph Ellison, interviewed in The Art of Fiction No. 8 (via theclassicsreader)
The Secret History, 1992.
I am a book covered with blackness, scars and mysteries. I just hope for people to judge me by my cover. I just don’t want them to read into me and see the fragile heart I am.
Bshayer F.R. (via wnq-writers)
my life is a constant cycle of me deciding to get my shit together and me deciding to not give a fuck and giving up