“My dreams are holy palaces,”
— Alexander Blok, tr. by Boris Jakim, from Poems of Sophia; “The Wind,”
take you on a roadtrip
your sticky honey thighs
with daisies in your hair
and starlight in your eyes
“We fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.”
— Jeanette Winterson, from Written on the Body (via dearestvita)









