Wed
Oct
26
“ Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, Translation by Richard Howard, 1978 (via wine-loving-vagabond)
(Source: wonderfulambiguity, via wine-loving-vagabond)