lacontessa:

drakecaperton: Beaute 1929. By Manasse

lacontessa:

drakecapertonBeaute 1929. By Manasse


lacontessa:

sirenadesertica: Nu allongé Pál Fried (1893–1976)

lacontessa:

sirenadeserticaNu allongé Pál Fried (1893–1976)

(via lacontessa)


I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Pablo Neruda

theniftyfifties:

Anita Ekberg contact sheet by Phil Stern.

theniftyfifties:

Anita Ekberg contact sheet by Phil Stern.


I am writing a book on how to write a book so I can learn how to properly explain why you look better with the lights on. I listen to a song but it doesn’t mention your name so I stop listening to the song. Your heart is noise pop. White noise is ghosts missing the streamers that fall from your ears while you sing in the car. Vermont is not far if you are already in Vermont. My cat looks at me and then walks away. He is named either after a famous musician or a body of water. There are so many words I refuse to learn how to spell. Still, I spell check your thighs after I bend you over my desk. I spell check the inside of your left ear while you bite yourself on the kitchen table. Prostrate. Today I am writing in grunts, I am playing in fonts. My chest hair is size 44 Comic Sans. My eyebrows are whittled away before I leave the mall. I have sat under the same sun as you for 25 years. Sometimes I have walked under the same sun as you. Once, I played tennis under the same sun as you. Repetition sun. Staccato sun. Wrinkled sun. I tell your skin that covers your clavicle We’ve got at least 53 more years of holding hands on a bench under the same sun. The sequel to this poem is John Cusack holding a boombox over his head under barely any sun. Fact: I want to kiss your nose even when I’m not inside you.
“Please move to Vermont and break my heart,” Gregory Sherl 

(via thedreamerdisorder)


theniftyfifties:

Brigitte Bardot

Meeow.

theniftyfifties:

Brigitte Bardot

Meeow.


theniftyfifties:

Seventeen magazine cover, December 1959.

theniftyfifties:

Seventeen magazine cover, December 1959.


bedsong:

Shakespeare + Catherine Tate + Tennant  = hilarity.

I can’t believe I hadn’t seen this before.


But with these designs from Hancock Fabric.




life:

Ray Charles, the star Frank Sinatra called “the only true genius in the business” — Ray Charles: Genius in Action

life:

Ray Charles, the star Frank Sinatra called “the only true genius in the business” — Ray Charles: Genius in Action


theniftyfifties:

Opera singer Maria Callas.


FIERCE!

theniftyfifties:

Opera singer Maria Callas.

FIERCE!


theniftyfifties:

Brigitte Bardot, 1950s.

theniftyfifties:

Brigitte Bardot, 1950s.


How does a person stop being so angry?

laceandlovestories:

Forgiveness.