Then he looked up at her with that awful appeal in his full, glowing eyes. She was utterly incapable of resisting it. From her breast flowed the answering, immense yearning over him; she must give him anything, anything.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
devour me (via)
May 18, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]
Sylvia Plath, aged 19, journal entry #124, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated May 15, 1952)
6 June 1926 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
Current read + me wearing my bf shirts on repeat! 🔁 Men's shirts are my Roman empire.
You're in the wind, I'm in the water. Nobody's son, nobody's daughter.
Lana Del Rey, Chemtrails Over the Country Club
Treating myself to a cup of Greek yoghurt, blueberries and redcurrants while reading White Nights by Fëdor Dostoevskij.
Vincent Van Gogh, in a letter to his brother Theo, dated 23 December 1881
She was like a forest, like the dark interlacing of the oak-wood, humming inaudibly with myriad unfolding buds. Meanwhile the birds of desire were asleep in the vast inter-laced intricacy of her body.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
love downloading a pdf to never read. just in case. like lol. you’re coming home with me