"Down in Paris they walk fast
That is, unless they’re walking slow
And in cafes they look away
That is, unless they look right in
And in the gardens I get lost
That is, unless I’m getting found
And if you are the ghost of New York city
Won’t you stick around?"

- Ne Me Quitte Pas, Regina Spektor (via ledelorean)

1000scientists: Ruby James

1000scientists:

Ruby James

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boniverotica: Rummaging through Bon Iver’s rucksack in search of his favorite wool cap, I stumbled across a stray piece of yellowed composition paper on which he’d written, in his finest hand:Dreams/Inspirations1. Grandfather shocking grain in the field 2. A sailing ship in the harbor3. Smell of burning leaves in autumn4. Ma’s box of buttons5. Mustache wax6. A tom turkey strutting for the hens in the yard 7. Names for a son: Otis, Percy, Virgil, Crispin8. A tailored suit of checkered cloth9. My lover’s hair10. My lover’s eyes11. My lover’s smile12. My lover’s laugh13. My lover

boniverotica:

Rummaging through Bon Iver’s rucksack in search of his favorite wool cap, I stumbled across a stray piece of yellowed composition paper on which he’d written, in his finest hand:

Dreams/Inspirations
1. Grandfather shocking grain in the field 
2. A sailing ship in the harbor
3. Smell of burning leaves in autumn
4. Ma’s box of buttons
5. Mustache wax
6. A tom turkey strutting for the hens in the yard 
7. Names for a son: Otis, Percy, Virgil, Crispin
8. A tailored suit of checkered cloth
9. My lover’s hair
10. My lover’s eyes
11. My lover’s smile
12. My lover’s laugh
13. My lover

(via aperfectpirouette)

1000scientists: Anatomy

1000scientists:

Anatomy

boniverotica: I am in the greenhouse pollinating tomato flowers with a paintbrush when I hear him return. He crushes me in his arms that smell of hotel soap. We make love right there beside the machinery shed, interrupted once by an incurious turkey passing by. Later he pushes me in the tire swing as the sun slips behind the western hills and shares stories from his tour.His suitcase is still in the truck, forgotten along with the yearning of being apart.

boniverotica:

I am in the greenhouse pollinating tomato flowers with a paintbrush when I hear him return. He crushes me in his arms that smell of hotel soap. We make love right there beside the machinery shed, interrupted once by an incurious turkey passing by. Later he pushes me in the tire swing as the sun slips behind the western hills and shares stories from his tour.

His suitcase is still in the truck, forgotten along with the yearning of being apart.

Sophie: Did you use your magic to make this?
Howl: Only a little, just to help the flowers grow.

(via pretensions)

sabino: by olvia bee

sabino:

by olvia bee

boniverotica: During those few days in late August when the heat forces us to give up our afternoon chores, Bon Iver and I prop a fan in front of the open icebox and he paints a wintry scene to cool me: hiking to our favorite sledding hill with a flask of hot cocoa spiked with whiskey; the year the big blizzard came and we awoke to find the drifts had reached as high as the second story windows; the sight of the pond covered in snow, the tops of the muskrat lodges just barely visible.

boniverotica:

During those few days in late August when the heat forces us to give up our afternoon chores, Bon Iver and I prop a fan in front of the open icebox and he paints a wintry scene to cool me: hiking to our favorite sledding hill with a flask of hot cocoa spiked with whiskey; the year the big blizzard came and we awoke to find the drifts had reached as high as the second story windows; the sight of the pond covered in snow, the tops of the muskrat lodges just barely visible.

bienenkiste: Elizabeth Olsen by Alex Prager | W October 2011

bienenkiste:

Elizabeth Olsen by Alex Prager | W October 2011

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pretensions: 灯台 (by soreikea)

pretensions:

灯台 (by soreikea)