EllendaleLloyd

We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

—Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via larmoyante)

2headedsnake:

Jenny Brown

‘Blue Bloom’, 2012, ink and collage on paper

‘Untitled 5’, 2012, ink, gouache, pencil and collage on paper

‘Green Bloom’, 2012, ink, gouache and collage on paper

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII (via hercautionarytales)