“.ci sono giorni in cui esco dal solito sentiero, quando
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nakedworldofmars: “For the moment I can think of nothing—
Yana reading Henry Miller, photo: Daniel Bauer
“What’s a fuck when what I want is love?” (Henry Miller)
“Os veo sentados ahí juntos, y sé que os separa un abismo.
“I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous man, the lonely
“There’s something depraved about screwing a woman who doesn’t
playground, visited by Daniel Bauer “You can forgive a young
“For the moment I can think of nothing— except that I am
“What do you think life is, a wet dream?” (Henry
I have a thing with wet stockings. It must remind me of something.
“One’s destination is never a place but rather a new
ESCRITORES FUMADORES (I) …y la muerte se paseapor todos
seduirencore:Averla qui a letto con me, il suo respiro su di
nevver: Boxing / Writing, Henry Miller
fyeah50shadesofgrey: Oh what panties could do.. “Sex is one
sotightandshiny: “No man is great enough or wise enough
Trame, planeje, calcule, postule, o quanto quiser. Sempre existirão
“You destroy and you suffer… I often see how you sob over
gacougnol: Miroslav Stibor From 15 photos for Henry Miller 1968
guapofulltime: “My hunger and curiosity drive me forward in
sirloin: “I imagine I could fuck you morning, noon, and
joinlobear:Christmas time, time of union. Time of big words.Isn’t
piecesofamoonchyld: “A good meal, a good talk, a good fuck–what
piecesofamoonchyld: “A good meal, a good talk, a good fuck–what
caciazoo: paint what you like and die happy-Henry Miller Cacia
caciazoo: paint what you like and die happy-Henry Miller Cacia
“I want to own you, use you. I want to fuck you, I want
“We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one
cabinporn: Henry Miller is a 12-year-old kid that forges knives,
liminalhorror: “I love what is human, what gives softness,”
nvr2deepnu: submissivetosir: owningafairy: True strength lies
blueblackdream: Henry Miller’s The Cosmological Eye. New Directions,
mesogeios: “We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness.
nevver: The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton