Winter Syntax
A sentence starts out like a lone traveler
heading into a blizzard at midnight,
tilting into the wind, one arm shielding his face,
the tails of his thin coat flapping behind him.
There are easier ways of making sense,
the connoisseurship of gesture, for example.
You hold a girl’s face in your hands like a vase.
You lift a gun from the glove compartment
and toss it out the window into the desert heat.
These cool moments are blazing with silence.
my three favorite flowers (in no particular order):
daisies, daffodils and snapdragons
(via threadsence)
Zarina - Fort Washington Park
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“Love Motel, Miyagi Prefecture,” 1970.
Photo by Daido Moriyama
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Ernest & Celestine
I forgot about this book until I just saw this in my feed. I loved this story so much when I was little.
(Source: la-peau-douce)
