The blues are because you're getting fat, and maybe it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of.

Truman Capote.

(via Rookie).

(by The Sartorialist).

(by Rookie).

Rainy Night.

My bones clatter,
I realize sex is all elbows and ankles.

Love: a bat of eyelashes, a bite of tongue.

(via a metaspace to give them).