The Libertine
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Tag: relationship
May 7, 2010
Born In The Woods
PHOTOS BY JONNIE CRAIG
STYLIST: SAM VOULTERS
Models: Nicholas Sutton, Cara Delevigne at Storm Make-up: Mia Yang using MAC
Hair: Akio Nishiyama Photo assistant: Steven Kenny
Stylist’s assistants: Amanda Arber, Derek Martin
Models: Nicholas Sutton, Cara Delevigne at Storm Make-up: Mia Yang using MAC
Hair: Akio Nishiyama Photo assistant: Steven Kenny
Stylist’s assistants: Amanda Arber, Derek Martin
April 27, 2010
They Made A Statue Of Us
Thank you for the lovely messages! If you adored this post and would like more…simply search ‘romance’ or ‘couples’ in my wee search bar (unfortunately, searching for ‘love’ will bring up everything that I love; which is pretty much everything on my entire blog. Sorry guys, kinda wish I hadn’t done it that way now).
April 15, 2010
Phantasmagoria
Let’s lay beneath the waves and count the sand So many are the breaths I spent…like dust beneath our nails And now, and now the poems are cold and taste like salt Our tears become the sea There is a sea inside my heart, Inside a bottle, Belonging to the mountain that gave its life for glass. What has become of all the children we had Where do they rest their heads now when their parents have gone to seed… When we trickle between the toes and into the bellies of the starfish Do they write Do they read Do they love strangers that call our children wife I will go on, and I know that you go on as you go And on the way we go together beneath the waves Let us count the sand Tonight our children sleep beneath the stars and tomorrow they raise the sun again
April 6, 2010
To A Box Of Shirts
“You wear white shoes… I forget where I met you. I forget the first time I saw you naked. I forget what we fought about the weekend in April when we went to your parents.
I see your two front teeth when I drink milk. I remember how they hate the cold. I get a whiff of you the subway and cozy up to a warm stranger; just for a moment, just to be with you again. I have a single dress sock that was forgotten under the sink in haste. Sometimes I slip it on and wear it around under my boot all day. I imagine that I glow when I have this secret. I giggle periodically, envisioning how the sandwich artist at the deli would react if he knew I was wearing only one sock… and that it was a size thirteen, argyle, men’s dress sock.
Last night was Tuesday night, so I cooked lasagna. You know how I hate lasagna but we’ve gotten used to having it on Tuesdays after the gym. I find myself cooking it and leaving it on the counter to be devoured by the cats.
I got a call from your sister last week. She was wondering if I still had your box of summer clothes, and if she might have a few shirts for her boys. I lied and said I gave them away. She wouldn’t understand that I still need every single one of them; that I’m so afraid of the day they start to smell like me.
I forgot to remember where I met you…and now I can’t ask.”
