Wild Bohemia

Sois toujours poète, même en prose.
Charles Baudelaire

If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
Leonard Cohen

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The Stooges - No Fun - The Stooges (1969)

  • RIP Scott Asheton

(via xx-riotgrrrl-xx)

One of the few benefits of being an expat on Saint Patrick’s day…

One of the few benefits of being an expat on Saint Patrick’s day…

I accidentally played jazz and street punk at the same time on my computer. I think I’ve created a new genre.

bohemians wild and woolly
wander on the road
storms in their eyes

(Source: killthecurator, via sladewest)

Vampires don’t fear the sunlight. They’re just constantly hungover.

(Source: wildbohemia)

the eyes, she said
the eyes are the keys
to worlds unseen, unimagined, unfathomable
and the lips?
they’re the doors, she said,
and kissed me

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whisper to me
words that only your lips know

sing me a song
that will set the sun
in motion again

stare into my eyes
and tell me the stars still shine
somewhere, somehow

or maybe
don’t say a thing

and kiss me
through the dark night

your incense
will guide our souls
to the last flickering light

He directed so much hatred towards himself that all he had left for the world was love.