Friday, June 13, 2014
blackphoenixalchemylab:

The new scents for Only Lovers Left Alive have been incredibly well received. Thank you all so much for your support!
http://blackphoenixalchemylab.com/product-category/only-lovers-left-alive/

It is like they looked into my soul, saw everything I needed, and brought this into being JUST FOR ME. 
I bought Eve. I want Spooky Action at a Distance and Funnel of Love. 

UGH BEST MOVIE EVER. 

blackphoenixalchemylab:

The new scents for Only Lovers Left Alive have been incredibly well received. Thank you all so much for your support!

http://blackphoenixalchemylab.com/product-category/only-lovers-left-alive/

It is like they looked into my soul, saw everything I needed, and brought this into being JUST FOR ME. 

I bought Eve. I want Spooky Action at a Distance and Funnel of Love. 

UGH BEST MOVIE EVER. 

As of today have managed to stay alive for 26 years. 

I’m a little proud of that accomplishment. 

Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Through an intensity of the imagination and of the body, millions of things have happened to me, and I know a great deal; I am old. Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 2: 1934-1939 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Monday, June 9, 2014
If there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know it’s almost impossible to succeed, but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt. Before Sunrise (1995)

One of my favorite films.

(Source: weepling)

The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world. Warsan Shire (via jodyphamdraws)
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Elena Siddal | Johanna Stickland

Elena Siddal | Johanna Stickland

Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Traci Matlock took this portrait of me.

Traci Matlock took this portrait of me.

About healing, and asking for space.

My love, you are larger than this. 

How many years have you spent trying to fit into a life not meant for you?
How many window sills have you perched on,
staring patiently through a glass that would never crack?
How many armchairs have you slept in
because no one cared enough to give you a place in their bed?
And how many times have you tried to transform yourself into vapor,
so you could linger in the air, invisible?

You with your sharp eyes, your soft step,
your loud hair, your slow grin-
You with your dancing legs, your nimble fingers,
your S curves, your bright skin-
You with your bruised lips, your fluttering pulse,
your open palms, your rushing breath-

You, with your screaming heart:
You are larger than imagining.
You are larger than this.

Forget the ones who went blind in the fire of you.
Forget the ones who never had a spare pillow,
a glass of water, or the stillness for you.
Forget the ones whose love dried up at dawn, and
forget the ones who ignored the doorbell,
too far buried under their own clutter to hear it ring.
Forget the ones who cut you open with the sharp edge of their indifference.
You never owed them your attention, anyway.

Pick up the treasures you let fall,
and have patience while the pieces try to remember where they fit.
Walk boldly through the world without letting your stride make
even one apology.
Keep your eyes wide open,
because when he arrives,
it will be as sudden as a thunderstorm in summer.

His current will shoot straight through you,
sparking you from the inside out with urgent illumination.
He will be the wish you’ve made on every penny,
on every fallen eyelash, at 11:11 every night.
He will see you, and always after his every gesture will shout your name.
You will dance together until you’ve burned up all your oxygen,
and when your dizzy feet trip across his threshold,
he will turn on the light for you, 
and his open room,
his smooth sheets, his singing body,
his trembling voice, his wide embrace
his deep wanting 
will reach for you,
and they will tell you with certainty in every different language,
'Come in. Come here. Stay.'

-I wrote this, june 2014

Saturday, May 31, 2014
Elena Siddal | Beryl Fine
Dug up from the archives

Elena Siddal | Beryl Fine

Dug up from the archives

Saturday, May 24, 2014
A collaborative double exposure- me shooting Traci, Traci shooting me on Traci’s camera.

A collaborative double exposure- me shooting Traci, Traci shooting me on Traci’s camera.