spills across all it touches, burns
& blooms. I cave. I parade. I quail.
For somewhere I’ve set sail,
three sheets to the wind. Don’t
tell my mother where I been.
What can I do to drive away
Remembrance from my eyes? for they have seen,
Aye, an hour ago, my brilliant Queen!
Touch has a memory. O say, love, say,
What can I do to kill it and be free
In my old liberty?
This is the Last Time - The National
Oh, don’t tell anyone I’m here
I got Tylenol and beer
I was thinking that you’d call somebody
Closer to you
love story, du juan by vincent peters
Ke$ha n Friends - Dead Flowers (Rolling Stones Cover)
One Hundred Views of Bathing - Mariko Sakaguchi // Korea
Mariko Sakaguchi’s self-portraits put an interesting spin on the spectacle of the self and the modern urge to divulge intimate details of oneself — to reveal one’s self fully to another in a way that is both controlled and vulnerable.