Tatyana_v_727:
bodily life
Tatyana_v_727:
fresh start
Tatyana_v_727:
the stain of love / is upon the world! / Yellow, yellow, yellow / it eats into the leaves, / smears with saffron the horned branches that lean / heavily Love Song, William Carlos Williams
Tatyana_v_727:
per tutta la vita
Tatyana_v_727:
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. Jack Kerouac
Tatyana_v_727:
Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life ♥️💌
Tatyana_v_727:
Alone in this room i think of you / emptiness / everywhere / and yet it’s not / because I’m thinking of you
Tatyana_v_727:
•••
Tatyana_v_727:
it’s the wanting that keeps us alive
Tatyana_v_727:
innermost fences & inhibitions
Tatyana_v_727:
i contain multitudes
Tatyana_v_727:
I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, Walt Whitman, Song of Myself 27
Tatyana_v_727:
Anything is a waste of time unless you are fucking well or creating well or getting well or looming toward a kind of phantom-love-happiness. Charles Bukowski
Tatyana_v_727:
“And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.”Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler
Tatyana_v_727:
When you were here before/ Couldn't look you in the eye/ You're just like an angel/ Your skin makes me cry/ You float like a feather/ In a beautiful world/ I wish I was special/ You're so fuckin' special
Tatyana_v_727:
Ain’t No Cure for Love
Tatyana_v_727:
“Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.” — Allen Ginsberg
Tatyana_v_727:
The weight of the world is love. / Under the burden of solitude, / under the burden of dissatisfaction / the weight,the weight we carry is love. / Allen Ginsberg
Tatyana_v_727:
"We’re both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We’re connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me."- Haruki Murakami
Tatyana_v_727:
You think I'm not a goddess?/ Try me. / This is a torch song. / Touch me and you'll burn. Margaret Atwood
Tatyana_v_727:
Living daily life is like having sex… if you are not going to speak up for what you want or do something about it, you will be forever miserable
Tatyana_v_727:
Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused Baruch Spinoza
Tatyana_v_727:
At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted on her lips, a kiss more burning than the red-hot iron of the executioner.Victor Hugo, Notre-Dame de Paris
Tatyana_v_727:
heart behind the camera