gimme

But hurry, let’s entwine ourselves as one,
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)

Meg Myles, Tiger magazine

My fingers guideposts pearled with pleasure
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)

kiss me


Frank Sinatra, “Come Fly With Me”

Lovers at the Palace Theatre, 1945

Photo by Weegee

demiilauren:

Darling Audrey Hepburn & Father Christmas.

Audrey

Audrey