by Euan Uglow
Bill Clinton is so sensitive
Now sleep the mountain peaks and the ravines, ridges and torrent streams, all creeping things that black night nourishes, wild upland beasts and the race of bees, and monsters in the gulfs of the dark-gleaming sea; now sleep the tribes of the long-winged birdsThe Lyric poet Alkman, on the stillness of a Spartan night (via mirroir)
tracey emin. i love you so much.