
Yashô (1782-1825)
“Bat in Flight” Ink on paper
(Ashmolean Museum, Oxford. In Maurice Coyaud ‘L’Empire du regard’- Mille ans de peinture Japonaise’ Ed. Phebus, 1981)
found this so incredibly beautiful I forgot to breathe
(via songstersmiscellany)
two months and I still can’t get over the fact that my friends threw me a surprise birthday party with a BOUNCY FUCKING CASTLE, oh how I adore all of you xx
Poem to a Dead Kitten
by Sara Henderson Hay
Put the rubber mouse away,
Pick the spools up from the floor,
What was velvet shod, and gay,
Will not want them, any more.What was warm, is strangely cold.
Whence dissolved the little breath?
How could this small body hold
So immense a thing as Death?








