les vouloirs

beautiful article

cutest thing i have EVER seen

cutest thing i have EVER seen

from march 2010 until february 2011 mikko kuorinki formed a new text on the wall of the kiasma museum every week

from march 2010 until february 2011 mikko kuorinki formed a new text on the wall of the kiasma museum every week

leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart 
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl. 
you have an apartment 
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away 
your cracked past, your 
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down 
the bridge between your houses,
you make him call before 
he visits, you take a lover
for granted, you take 
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it 
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying 
to disappear as revenge. and you 
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade 
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong 
they can smell it in the street.

-  marty mcConnell

lovers go and lovers come
awandering awondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there’s nobody else alive

(such a sky and such a sun
i never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes) 
… 
sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love

― e.e. cummings

six months after kate moss’s cocaine scandal, during her exile from the fashion world, alexander mcqueen projected this image at the end of his march 2006 show in paris.

"Inside an empty glass pyramid, a mysterious puff of white smoke appeared from nowhere and spun in midair, slowly resolving itself into the moving, twisting shape of a woman enveloped in the billowing folds of a white dress. It was Kate Moss, her blonde hair and pale arms trailing in a dream-like apparition of fragility and beauty that danced for a few seconds, then shrank and dematerialized into the ether."

I BELIEVE IN THE RADICAL POSSIBILITIES OF PLEASURE, BABE.