isitamyth-blog:

I lost myself on a cool damp night
Gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see…
And be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because I brings me back you…

(via ofallingstar)

f-k-b:

“Later he tells me to prepare for the change in the trees. How, once it’s warmer, we’ll go lie up on the Heath, read books whose spines we won’t spoil and drink cold beers. That in Regent’s Park the first fat men without shirts have been seen so summer is surely on its way.”

— The Lesser Bohemians by Eimear McBride

(via f-k-b)

chimurenga1-deactivated20230324:

ph. Colin Jones