your honor who gives a fuck. like for real
wanted all my horses in one basket, as it were
Evening lights, Grand Place, Brussels by Emile Hoeterickx (Belgium, 1853--1923)
Emile Hoeterickx (Belgian, 1853-1923) Avondlichten op de Grote Markt te Brussel [Evening lights, Grand Place, Brussels]. Watercolour on paper, 50 x 40 cm.
Frank O'Hara, from The Selected Poems of Frank O'Hara; "Avenue A"
"Yet she broke away, and turned to the moon, which laid open her bosom, so she felt as if her bosom were heaving and panting with the moonlight."
D. H. Lawrence, from The Rainbow
