Exploring roads full of cows, donkeys, friendly dogs that follow you and baby kittens with @josephqueiroz // Greeneville, TN


Nicolas de Staël (Rus.-Fr. 1914-1955), <em>La Seine à Paris</em>, 1954, huile sur toile, 89 x 130 cm.

The sun inside of him
rages like wildfire
and he is
and he is
scorching the skin of my heart,
yet still he pretends
that he is safe for me to love,
that his hands are gentle,
that his fingerprints won’t be
seared into the notches of my spine.

The sun inside of him
could set the kingdom ablaze;
he knows this, he does.

And he still asks me to love him,
to face the flame.

Find me in the ashes.

—  Emily Palermo, Apollo (via colporteur)

(via sslatta)


photographed by Danielle Suzanne for Indie Mag


these creatures are honestly so sacred and important

On vacation in TN and ended up at the hospital for my love, I hope they can help him :(



Can we all just appreciate how adorable my lil babe Luna + my boyfriend are?

Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.


Sylvia Plath

fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest

(via sex-positive-bitches)

(via shakysmiles)



Jeanette Mundt at 576 Morgan Ave Apt 3L