The Sexual Tension Between Me & What I’m Capable Of

That intimate moment between you and the book you have just read the last words of, where you sit there taking in the enormity of what you have just finished.

June 1943. New Britain, Connecticut. Women welders at the Landers, Frary, and Clark plant. 

Photo by Gordon Parks for the Office of War Information

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the inherent romanticism of handwritten letters.

4 years apart: 2014 - 2018

“True love is like a ghost many have talked about, but few have seen.”

— the sad truth (via hatin)

i love analysing poems as much as the next guy, but sometimes i wonder - why can’t we just enjoy them? why can’t we simply read and see and feel what the author wanted, instead of dissecting every single word? poetry is an affair between you and the writer - let it be simple to appreciate too

Feels Like Heaven - Fiction Factory

Foxy Brown at the Christian Dior Opening NYC 1999