❝ Beneath my hands
your small breasts
are the upturned bellies
of breathing fallen sparrows. ❞

– Leonard Cohen, The Spice-Box of Earth (via luna-vespertine)

You who call me brother now
Forgive me if I inquire,
But just according to who’s plan?

When it all comes down to dust,
I will kill you, if I must
I will help you if I can.

When it all comes down to dust
I will help you, if I must
I will kill you if I can.

Have mercy on our uniform
Man of peace or man of war
The peacock spreads his fan

bitchesinthelivingroom:

the other day my dad was talking about how he went out with this girl who was morbidly obsessed with leonard cohen, apparently they’d just sit in her room with the curtains shut listening to a 7” of Suzanne, and I couldn’t help but think how fun that must have been.

I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

– Leonard Cohen (via assimtaoinconstante)

True love leaves no traces
If you and I are one
It’s lost in our embraces
Like stars against the sun.

– Leonard Cohen, “True Love Leaves No Traces” (via fuckyeahmrleonardcohen)