Roggy's Canvas: Sublimation →
jayarrarr: In silver she rises as you’re falling with the sun; Poseidon’s sweet daughter with the ocean in her eyes and vanilla on her skin. She’s a touch too cool to be charmed by Hephaestus’s son — she’s a liar and a thief, or writer in today’s parlance. Her coffee is as bitter as her… Beautiful.
She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via anditslove)
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever...– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via talkativolive)
No sonnet under my bonnet
artisticfreefall: Shakespeare had no fear when it came to shaking down lines into sonnets and verse and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t adverse to trotting down notes for his plays A visionary man who was always out on display, printed on the page never forgotten as the sage of Avon and never once had to sell any products door to door to support his art, but the one thing he did impart, was —-be true...
Dum spiro, spero (Latin), "While I breathe, I...