"Morningbell". Photographed by Harry Crowder for Russh
"I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of waves."
Jean Cocteau, from Le Testament d’Orphée (Les Éditions Cinégraphiques, 1960)
"If you had a friend who spoke to you in the same way you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow that person to be your friend?"
Unknown (via ohdreaming)
"If you’re sad, add more lipstick and attack."
Coco Chanel (via poesietanz)
"I don’t know. I just feel stuck, like I’m afraid to take any steps in case they’re the wrong ones."
Rebecca Stead, When You Reach Me (via avvfvl)
"A man with a bandage is in the middle of something. Everyone understands this. Everyone wants a battlefield. Red. And a little more red. Accidents never happen when the room is empty. Everyone understands this. Everyone needs a place. People like to think war means something. What can you learn from your opponent? More than you think. Who will master this love? Love might be the wrong word. Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other. We know who our enemies are. We know."
Richard Siken, Detail of the Fire (via fleurlungs)

Warsaw, 2014
"At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare"
Caitlin Moran (via ohdreaming)