Innocence is out of style

“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.”

Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse (via imarinicollette)

whispsofinvisibleme:

Hands:)

whispsofinvisibleme:

Hands:)

bricesander:

Me on vacation.

mrs and mr fraser, the wedding.