i feel so fucking lonely.
On the other side of a mirror there’s an inverse world, where the insane go sane; where bones climb out of the earth and recede to the first slime of love.
And in the evening the sun is just rising.
Lovers cry because they are a day younger, and soon childhood robs them of their pleasure.
In such a world there is so much sadness which, of course, is joy…
My ideal date would be me wearing a thick furry coat and black agent provocateur lingerie and snorting coke in an 18th century room alone.
She is madness, sanity. She is hell, and paradise.
Marlene Dietrich photographed by Eve Arnold, 1952.