Sinatra & Kerouac Meet For Tea

“He knew that he was still alive.
More he could not say.” Bertolt Brecht, On Hegelian Dialectics from Flüchtlingsgespräche, translation by Charles Senger (via frenchtwist)

“When you’re sleeping,
I breathe against the mirror
of your bare back
and trace my heart
on the dark fog of your skin.

In the morning,
you tell me you dreamed
I had tied your wrists
and covered your face
and touched you everywhere.” Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)

(via thesensualstarfish)