Ever with thee I wish to roam–

Dearest my life is thine.

Give me a cottage for my home

And a rich old cypress vine,

Removed from the world with its sin and care

And the tattling of many tongues.

Love alone shall guide us when we are there–

Love shall heal my weakened lungs;

And Oh, the tranquil hours we’ll spend,

Never wishing that others may see!

Perfect ease we’ll enjoy, without thinking to lend

Ourselves to the world and its glee–

Ever peaceful and blissful we’ll be.

for edgar allan poe, from his wife (and cousin!) virginia clemm. penned on valentine’s day, 1846. 

We all live life blindfolded, trying to find our way.

Five Cool Ways To Trick Your Brain

Somewhere someone's sleeping
Somewhere someone's weeping
Somewhere someone's listening
To the sound of a record spinning

Sing to me now
Right out your window
Your father'd be proud
Now that it's simple
But don't sing too loud
You'll wake up the neighbors
And they will complain
So I must persuade them

Hold it right there
I don't wanna move
And summer it begs
It begs us to prove
That we can last
Just one more season
And that there
Gives me a reason

Secrets are for keeping
That's what gives them their meaning
It's your certain proclamation
And it needs no explanation

I for one I'm willing
To stay here until you're willing
Maybe you're not ready
To handle something steady

Sir Marc Aurel Stein (1862-1943)

Three tomb guardians from tomb Ast iii.2. at Astana cemetery (Kazakhstan), 23 January 1915.

Jerry Hall at Studio 54, 1974

Magazine: Vogue US February 15th, 1965 
Photographer: Gianni Penati

“Ride the beast
well, my daughter. 

The way only we can,
yoke him, grab his powerful
mouth,
and under your grasping
loins,
he will yield,
as only the most powerful,
the most virile,
the most exceptional
can.
For within you blooms
the absolute power
and fortitude,
given only to the most
beautiful
of soft petaled flowers,
making the most
furtive bees
dizzy in the wake of
intoxicating perfume.
It is the greatest of
mysteries,
and the secret they
have sought to render
mute,
only they also knew
one day we
would return.
Not as brides, or servants,
or chattel,
but as warriors,
born to set the world
anew.”

– Priestess of Babalon, Templum Babalonis