LOST / RUINED

I have set a course south south-west. We will see the North American mainland within a fortnight, gentlemen. We must now begin our last and best efforts to reach her, as we become the greatest Argonauts of our age! We shall earn our loved ones’ cheers and embraces at our return. Onwards, men!

Paul Verlaine, tr. by Muriel Kittel, from Poems & Writings; “Tears Flow In My Heart,”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via goodreadss)

@theterrorbingo fill: decanter

Jim Carrey

Rainer Maria Rilke, Journal of My Other Self

Musée Nissim de Camondo, Paris. [x]

Pure Ireland by Sandra Bazan on Flickr.

1. of fruit, ripe, mellow, cooked by the sun  2. metaphorically, a term of endearment for loved ones and pets, kind, gentle

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“All these people are dying not where they should be dying, in a way. They’re all lost, both actually and psychologically. That emphasizes — hugely — who you do that dying with. It brings an intimacy or tenderness to that act.” -Tobias Menzies