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When you were young you were all thorax & wing. Odd how fragility is necessary for flight.

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lawrenceleemagnuson:

Claude Monet  Wisteria (c.1925) oil on canvas 153.6 x 203.5 cm  Gemeentemuseum Den Haag, The Hague, Netherlands

lawrenceleemagnuson:

Claude Monet
Wisteria (c.1925)
oil on canvas 153.6 x 203.5 cm
Gemeentemuseum Den Haag, The Hague, Netherlands

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7:45 am      852 notes
September 2 2014

for the fifth time this month
you say you’re going to leave him
he calls you a cunt over the phone
then walks the three miles to your house
and kisses your mouth until the word is just
a place on your body.
i don’t know what brings broken people together
maybe damage seeks out damage
the way stains on a mattress halo into one another
the way stains on a mattress bleed into each other.

— Warsan Shire  (via 5000letters)

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September 2 2014

You found me, mouth like a pomegranate
picking flowers in my mother’s field.
An invitation of sorts.
You took it as one and spent five months
thinking about slipping your fingers into my mouth.
I think the Earth changed the day we met,
It had been waiting for you to bare your teeth
and swallow me whole
It had been waiting for the cup of your palm
around my neck except you didn’t have to beg baby
you said “let me show you what flowers look like
from the earth up.”
and I said “yes, please. Show me your flowers,
show me your dead, show me your fingers.”
My mother warned me about gods like you,
hungry, greedy gods like you
all desire and no thought
all want and no logic
I was the same.
I skipped with you into hell
Artemis knows dragged, I know this:
I held my arms outwards and let you tie them
so softly that I asked what they were made of
and you said “prayers.”
We kissed at the entrance, open-mouthed
furious kisses
we kissed like we were starving,
kissed like the dead were crawling out of hell
I decorated your dark with flowers
and sat on your lap and fed you petals.
It makes me burn when they say
“Hades stole Persephone.”

and I tell them “No.
I stole him.”

Azra.T “Persephone”  (via 5000letters)


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September 2 2014


7:44 am     1,804 notes
September 2 2014

shinji-moon:

EROS, ARROWS
Shinji Moon 

slaughterhouse mouth, your throat-cutters tongue;
as the sky let down its snow-filled skirts
our feathers shifted south, pale coats hung, 
the radiator shifting,              shuck
                                                     suck
                                                              shuck. 

oh moan your hands off; take my mouth off; 
your teeth are geese; my teeth are take-offs; 
with your inside voice, my inside hands,
I ask:          baby, let me rearrange
                  your bones off. 

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September 2 2014
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You just don’t know writers. They’ll use anything, anybody. They’ll eat their young.

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September 2 2014

bollykecks:

more flower type printing

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11:19 pm     15,039 notes
September 1 2014

urgetocreate:

Arthur Frank Mathews,  Young Bather,  Circa 1930s

urgetocreate:

Arthur Frank Mathews,  Young Bather,  Circa 1930s

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September 1 2014

timidflower:

I’m painting pretty flowers 🌸

timidflower:

I’m painting pretty flowers 🌸

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September 1 2014

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11:17 pm      1,074 notes
September 1 2014

s.t.