“I walk through the Tuileries in Paris every day on my way to the gym. I feel obligated to pamper myself with the walk: its beauty and scale puts everything else into perspective.” - Mr Owens
(via aliciahannahnaomi)
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Burnt silver brushed lavender offspring
Sprung from me when first we kissed
You held me quietly, a rush purged me of my past
Opened a desert of diamonds vast, glinting
And a tiny chorus of swallows
Swung open the door freed the caged bees and wallows swarm
Geometric patterns on the sun
Eclipse, new moon
Tempt my werewolf not to run
And if you take me inside
And you give me a place to hide and cry
Open-hearted as a heart can be
‘Cause we’re all a ruin like broken leaves
I give you me in oceans of tears up to my knees
Stitched together like pants and sleeves
I carry this carapace worn thin by he and she
Danced to dust and dusk and
Strung along the highway
I found my way, belligerent
Following the stars of your eyes
Promise me you’ll cherish
This tarnished offering
- CocoRosie
(Source: thisbusinessof--art)
