The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68,
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday.
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe.
You laugh, he said you think you're immune, go look at your eyes
They're full of moon.
You like kisses and roses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies.


Joni Mitchell

(by Rookie).

(by Ben Giles via Miss Moss).

(by Garance Dore).

We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.


Ray Bradbury 


(I'll miss you, Ray).

(via miss moss).

(by The Sartorialist).