If you are a dreamer, come in.


Your heart is a ticking clock. i’ve heard it beating in the dark as we spoke of death & dying & what it means to be alive. You laugh because you think i’ve misjudged you. But i smile, because our conversation is like looking in a mirror & seeing something new for the first time.

Time winds on.

My eyes go to the window, as the day’s first light creeps in through the cracks. We speak of death & dying, but in this moment, we both know what it means to be alive.

I don’t understand why sex is more shocking than violence.
Lea Seydoux talking about American films (via aurorium)

by (Russell Ord)

Untitled by (mariabogdanova)