John Atkinson Grimshaw must have been a melancholic nightwalker.
i have a new favorite artist
HOW CAN YOU EVEN BE THAT GOOD
People will stare. Make it worth their while → Georges Chakra Haute Couture | F/W ‘14-‘15
James Baldwin in Istanbul.
The air between us is tracing paper
transcribing your moods onto me,
and there are patterns forming here,
becoming constellations I can not decipher.
Deepen the stretch
and allow your joints to snap apart
until we’re floating in bone dust,
mistaking it for star fog and mist.
I remain trapped under the weight
of your entire body and the dark parts
of your soul.
I light candles in confused, jagged rows
but your lighter-fluid blood goes up
and kills us all.