our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love,
so time discovers us safely destroyed. ❞
Federico García Lorca, Sonnet of the Garland of Roses, trans. by Scott Tucker (via frenchtwist)
Will guide your lashes towards my ears my shoulderblades
Towards the open countryside of my flesh
The bleachers of my ribs draw in at the idea
That your voice could fill my throat
That your eyes could smile ❞
Joyce Mansour, Pericoloso Sporgersi (via frenchtwist)
Frank Sinatra, “Come Fly With Me”
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