Is your time to free minds or for falling apart?
ArchiveMessageSubmitRSSMegan, 22, California. I use this place for inspiration, as an escape, and to confess. Anything more you would like to know, feel free to ask.
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“She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately—- a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us and we in each other’s arm oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks—- a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die.”
—Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
Photo by Loomis Dean, Paris, France, 1961
[From the LIFE magazine Photo Archive]](http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/prowess/1542371721/1/tumblr_lbarhz3b4r1qzhl9e)
“She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately—- a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us and we in each other’s arm oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks—- a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die.”
—Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
Photo by Loomis Dean, Paris, France, 1961
[From the LIFE magazine Photo Archive]
