1. To the Harbormaster

    I wanted to be sure to reach you;
    though my ship was on the way it got caught   
    in some moorings. I am always tying up   
    and then deciding to depart. In storms and   
    at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide   
    around my fathomless arms, I am unable   
    to understand the forms of my vanity   
    or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder   
    in my hand and the sun sinking. To   
    you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage   
    of my will. The terrible channels where   
    the wind drives me against the brown lips   
    of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet   
    I trust the sanity of my vessel; and   
    if it sinks, it may well be in answer   
    to the reasoning of the eternal voices,
    the waves which have kept me from reaching you.
     - Frank O’Hara

  2. Phoenix

    Phoenix

  3. The Panther

    His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
    has grown so weary that it cannot hold
    anything else. It seems to him there are
    a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

    As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
    the movement of his powerful soft strides
    is like a ritual dance around a center
    in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

    Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
    lifts, quietly—. An image enters in,
    rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
    plunges into the heart and is gone. 

    - Maria Rilke

  4. Scarlett Johansson 

    Scarlett Johansson 

  5. Lover of the light

    (Source: lydiastilinski)

  6. Bullhead 

  7. What’s more romantic than dying in the moonlight?
    - Tom Waits

  8. Marion Cotillard

    Marion Cotillard

  9. Lynch & Rossellini

    Lynch & Rossellini

  10. Heat, behind the scenes.

    Heat, behind the scenes.

  11. "I’m a pilgrim on the edge, on the edge on my perception…" - Scott Mutter

    "I’m a pilgrim on the edge, on the edge on my perception…" - Scott Mutter

  12. A Minor Bird

    I have wished a bird would fly away,
    And not sing by my house all day;

    Have clapped my hands at him from the door
    When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

    The fault must partly have been in me.
    The bird was not to blame for his key.

    And of course there must be something wrong
    In wanting to silence any song. 

    - Robert Frost