Dorothée Gilbert And Mathieu Ganio (Paris Opera Ballet), Tristan Und Isolde Trailer: hand Details (x)

You told me once that love is a gentle thing, but when I say love I always mean violence. I mean my mouth as a slaughterhouse, something you need but could never truly look at. Me kissing you full on your split lip. Love is lemonade made with the rinds and no honey. A child that wants but never speaks. Love is I’ve never known how to touch without hurting. Love is my mother with her sewing needles, teaching me how to bleed.

LOVE AS RADIO SILENCE // h.y.k (inspired by Darshana Suresh’s An Exploration of the Unknown)

I really wanna believe good things are about to happen

a kiss like cherries and dirt: as sublime, as corrosively filthy.

Pratyusha Prakash (via granadavirgen)

Visual Development from Fantasia

So me

When the mist rolls in this place is practically primordial

Oniric details: The Birth of the Milky Way, 1636-1637, by Peter Paul Rubens