February 2012
postmodernismruinedme:
She looks into me The unknowing heart To see if I love She has confidence she forgets Under the clouds of her eyelids Her head falls asleep in my hands Where are we Together inseparable Alive alive He alive she alive And my head rolls through her dreams.
-Paul Eluard
“There’s a new cure for lonely travelers at the Chicago railroad station. For a...”
– Marie-Claire, Jan. 1963 (via hateshiploveship)
