Michelle K. (via tellmefive)
This reminds me so much of someone I used to know.
STORY OF MY COLLEGE LIFE. It was not a bad way to spend four years.
This kitchen looks like a church. That’s not a complaint.
by D.H. Lawrence
There are only two things now,
The great black night scooped out
And this fire-glow.
This fire-glow, the core,
And we the two ripe pips
That are held in store.
Listen, the darkness rings
As it circulates round our fire.
Take off your things.
Your shoulders, your bruised throat!
Your breasts, your nakedness!
This fiery coat!
As the darkness flickers and dips,
As the firelight falls and leaps
From your feet to your lips!
Andy Warhol, Hammer and Sickle
I’ve been all about the idea of glamping lately.
PREACH, Tina Fey.