Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.
—James Joyce (via philphys)
(via farewell-kingdom)
Rune Guneriussen, Connections
Kyle Bean’s anatomical paper heart
raumlabor, Soap opera
(Source: etsy.com, via where-dreamsgo)
