— Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice

Fairy Wings (detail) by TheFancyFairy on Etsy

when whitman said “i contradict myself. i am large… i contain multitudes” and wilde said “what are you? to define is to limit” and sumney said “i insist upon my right to be multiple”

you know that feeling when you’re out in nature at 5 or 6am and everything’s still quiet and the air still smells like night time and it’s fresh so you shiver a bit but then slowly the first rays of sun peak over the edge of the earth and everything is bathed in foggy, golden light and you just stand there watching the earth awaken.. if that’s not soothing idk what is

It looks like you’re the one i’ve been waiting for

Shooting stars, tarot cards

dreaming of dance floors—

I ought to hold your hand

I’ll spill my guts out everywhere

And meet you half past 12

In the ether where our love grows beyond nowhere

Incomprehensible, incomparable

The shift of the world felt within my core

Rattling my very own flesh and bones

Your gravity pulls me in

My one and only, my anchor

I believe in God when you touch my skin

i am a graveyard full of moments that i could have had with you

Let me fall silent,

Your nothingness stabs a hole in my ribs,

No substance, no form, no tangible hold

I dance between clarity and insanity

I have been looking everywhere for you,

I turned myself inside out,

I am a rabid dog,

I am a wanderer forever deprived of eden

I am your lamb,

Devour me, haunt my dreams,

It is still here,

It wouldn’t stop lest you come home to me

This bile of yearning filling up my organs,

It’s yours and yours alone.

Would you be the same if I taint my soul trying to search for yours?

François-Hubert Drouais 

French, 1727-1775

Madame du Barry (details)