and the world keeps spinning

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and the world keeps spinning
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"I can’t figure out what you smell of tonight.
When you heave your body to face mine,
Stretching like a cat in the sun and smiling as you dream,
I can smell warmth.
Hot milk,
Toast and butter,
Dinner on the back steps as the sun sets.
That scent that follows you when you feel homesick for a place you’ve not visited yet,
The smell of early nights when the sun is still seeping through the curtains.
If I kissed your shoulder,
I would taste the salty mixture of tears and the sea
And the chips that you ate in bed earlier,
Kissing me between each one.
You are sweet and savoury, and you taste and smell and sound like home.
I’m trying to breathe it in
So I am never homesick again."
FRS. (via lilith-not-eve)

Pink Floyd


Marilyn six weeks before she passed, still as ethereal and beautiful inside and out as ever by the wonderful George Barris in July, 1962 for Cosmopolitan Magazine.

 June 1st 1926 - August 4th 1962.

Simply breathtaking.