THM
belgium is here

belgium is here

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

E. E. Cummings, Since Feeling Is First
Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

psyche revived by cupid’s kiss

Out Getting Ribs
King Krule
6 Feet Beneath the Moon
103 plays

Hate runs through my blood
Well my tongue was in love
But my heart was left above
I can’t believe it now
I thought I’d never be shot down
But girl, I’m black and blue
So beaten down for you
Well, I’m beaten down and blue

Don’t break away
I’ll waste away
Don’t break away

Lay me out across the grey
Hours I should have kept at bay
I had no chance to get away
I can’t escape my own escape
Even more when it’s sweet to the taste
Red stairs lead sense astray
I look up and seek for faith
But girl, just lean over and say
“Lay me down”
And hear me out
Take my crown
Submerse me down

But wait
I make my last request
This could be the best
But I need to rest
Well I’ve been broken down
So much has lost it now
I just wanted to say
Don’t you worry about a thing

I love you more than I ever knew. It is like a wind that rises, and you think it is only a playful breeze and suddenly your heart bows down before it like a willow tree in a storm. I love you, heart of my heart, single quietude in all this confusion. I love you, you who can hear when the flowers are thirsty and when time is weary like a hunting dog in the evening. I love you and love streams out of me as though through the just-opened gate of an unknown garden. I do not altogether understand it and I am amazed at it and am still a little ashamed of my big words, but they tumble out of me and resound and do not ask my leave; someone whom I do not know is speaking out of me, and I do not know whether it is a fourth-class melodramatist or my heart, which is no longer afraid—
Erich Maria Remarque, from The Black Obelisk