four minutes of dishy deliciousness

all manner of lovely things
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It’s neither red
nor sweet.
It doesn’t melt
or turn over,
break or harden,
so it can’t feel
pain,
yearning,
regret.
It doesn’t have
a tip to spin on,
it isn’t even
shapely—
just a thick clutch
of muscle,
lopsided,
mute. Still,
I feel it inside
its cage sounding
a dull tattoo:
I want, I want
but I can’t open it:
there’s no key.
I can’t wear it
on my sleeve,
or tell you from
the bottom of it
how I feel. Here,
it’s all yours, now—
but you’ll have
to take me,
too.
From American Smooth (W. W. Norton and Company Inc., 2004)
Niemand ist mehr Sklave, als der sich für frei hält, ohne es zu sein. //
None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.
 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | Elective Affinities #quoteoftheday
Anyone who needs more than one suitcase is a tourist, not a traveler.
Ira Levin | Rosemary’s Baby #quoteoftheday

Man Ray (27 August 1890 - 18 November 1976)

Images via MoMA, Man Ray Trust

Sarf Londoners @elephantsandc with today’s #songoftheday … ‘Fashanu’ #RIPJustin @NoToHomophobia @kickitout 

Monkey Gone To Heaven | Pixies #songoftheday

If it’s going to be a world with no time for sentiment, it’s not a world that I want to live in.
Christopher Isherwood | A Single Man #quoteoftheday

your sunday evening ladyboner, courtesy of @twhiddleston: the return of the leather jacket prompted a retrospective which is sure to drive tomismonochromaticallyfabulous INFUCKINGSANE

Images @DrGotts (Andy Gotts), xanarias.tumblr.com, thetomhiddlestoneffect, torrilla, jasonhetheringtonjournal, flauntmagazine, tomismonochromaticallyfabulous, Screen Magazine (Japan), letskeepthisbetweenyouandme

The crowd of beauteous Quintia prate:

To me she is but fair and straight;

So far I can comply.

Those stated charms her form displays;

But still the full, the general praise,

Of beauteous I deny.

No grain of sprightliness or grace

In all her lofty form we trace.

I Lesbia beauteous call;

Who, stealing from the lovely host

The separate charms each fair could boast,

Herself united all.

Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.
Jorge Luis Borges (24 August 1899 - 14 June 1986) #quoteoftheday