Nowhere was I at home…

February 26, 2015

girlonhorse

Nowhere was I at home; the house in which I lived had never been a home to me: it was an encampment. This century was not my century, and this life of mine which was so relentlessly prolonged was not my life.

Simone de Beauvoir
Tous les hommes sont mortels
(All Men are Mortal)

Love…

February 26, 2015

cuddles

Love is a capricious creature which desires everything and can be contented with almost nothing.

Madeleine de Scudéry

Hearts

February 26, 2015

givemeyourheart

We sit in the drawing-room, playing Hearts.
London is sepia and slightly faded
under a memorable November sky.

Long roads leading south are never silent.
She is only half an hour away.
I play the Queen of Spades, decide to go.

Outside the Brixton tube station, we kiss.
Something about loving before the hurricane
or the volcano explodes. Sunlight. Burning rain.

Tony Lewis-Jones

creaminmycoffee

His legs apart….

February 26, 2015

tlegsout

When you throw your curse…

February 26, 2015

Satanicbible

Red Hair….

February 26, 2015

superpowers

An end to suffering…

February 26, 2015

keeping-the-family-together

Don’t look forward to an end to suffering – because that will mean you’re dead!

Magic does that….

February 26, 2015

skulls&candles

Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all.

Catherynne M. Valente
Deathless

Ultimate body modification….

February 26, 2015

zipper