farrys

Wild honey has a scent—of freedom

Dust—a scent of sunshine

And a girl’s mouth—of violets.

But gold—nothing.

Water—like mignonette.

And like apple—love.

But we have learned that

Blood smells only of blood.

Anna Akhmatova, from “Wild Honey Is a Smell of Freedom,” published in Indiana Review tr. Katie Farris & Ilya Kaminsky

  • fionn : *doing his laundry as a famous person like he said he would*
  • harry, in the dryer, poppin' his head out and says the following as fionn is about to load it : hey so next we- stop screaming s'only me, next week i'll be headin to the studio and was thinkin if you wanted to mess 'round with me like songs n sing-