| — | Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via sne) |
Please Know:
Whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun
Or the nights you collapse into my lap, curling your body
into a thousand broken questionsYou are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
you know when youre having sex with a dude, or giving him head, and he whispers fuuuck
yeah thats probably one of the greatest moments in life
THIS DEAR GOD THIS
THIS
THIS
THIS
PLEASE THIS AGAIN ALWAYS THIS
paris burns in an ashtray
and you talk of these things,
of cheap cigarettes and
sleepless nights but no,
you have only touched
lavender and lilac, never
kissing the hemlock cup
of nightmares—the seine is polluted
with dying dreams
and I hope to see you
drifting with the current,
your bloated body decaying
among refuse and absinthe bottles.









