Picnic/Pikunikku, Shunji Iwai, 1996
Tag: orange
me flirting: I don’t want you to die
Alone & afraid are mostly
the same thing. We were both.
We were both here. Your face shone
the first safe beacon I had ever seen.
we die together from loving each other: an open death, by dilution into the ether, a closed death of the shared grave.
Roland Barthes, from A Lover’s Discourse (via honeyfleshed)
Rose/Davesprite. I’ll confess that ship never went through my head before but Vulturer requested it and… well, dunno it’s kinda cute. 🙂
(why wouldn’t Davesprite want to learn to knit?? It’s therapeutic)
daverosed 