When your favorite song comes on in public: You...
You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy...– Oscar Wilde (via seaofwisdom)
SGT. Raymond Boombox: January 1893, Babbacombe... →
sgt-raymond-boombox: January 1893, Babbacombe Cliff My Own Boy, Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that those red-roseleaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing. Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus,…