When You Cycled By, Here Began All My Dreams

Bothersome beast, comforting friend

Janet Agnes Cumbrae Stewart (1883 – 1960, Australian)

“Tell me again how Rome burned, how our bodies became the sun - in those moments, with our legs tangled in bedsheets, my fingertips catching rays of light from your skin - Tell me again how our ashes were too holy for this universe to taste.”

— An empire, fallen | p.d (via p.d vulpe)

— “suddenly it’s december”, margaux paul

i look at her and to put it simply, i see my muse for the first time looking right back at me.

she is the spit i cannot swallow the air i cannot breathe her touch so far from me leaving me violent for a rage i couldn’t possibly yet know eternity is not enough for desire

in case you forgot it

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved information

As I pointed out my favorite constellation, I realized the beauty I see in it has always been reflected in her eyes.

— her eyes, the andromeda; echo