sfmoma:

SubmissionFriday:
mikanesher:

“ I hear him coming.”

"Where your hair begins—
at the base of you neck,
at your temples,
on your forehead and below,
where your belly slides
into the hinged curve of your thighs—

I love to thread my fingers there,
in your first, rising feathers,
sifting and pulling at you
like the wind pulls at birds
until they open their wings
and let themselves be taken by the sky."

bewitch-bejewel:

pop art jewellery
1000sassa1000:

MIKE MASONI - Menintime - A denim skirt from the Menintime 2003 spring/summer collection is among the examples in “Bravehearts: Men in Skirts” at the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute. 

1000sassa1000:

MIKE MASONI - Menintime - A denim skirt from the Menintime 2003 spring/summer collection is among the examples in “Bravehearts: Men in Skirts” at the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute. 

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serpentskirt:

via trouveres


For your love I would do anything.

serpentskirt:

via trouveres

For your love I would do anything.

(Source: mellebasi, via pvoland)

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sfmoma:

SubmissionFriday:
liz doyle
underneath
oil and cold wax and graphite on wooden panel 40cm sq
www.donegallizdoyle.com

sfmoma:

SubmissionFriday:

liz doyle

underneath

oil and cold wax and graphite on wooden panel 40cm sq

www.donegallizdoyle.com

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"Don’t stop now. I can feel my skin."

Sharon Moore, The Island Man (via titotitus)
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"Praise God they say at Gideon
National Bible College,
at the end of every statement,
a mantra that’s wormed
inside their bodies and minds,
becoming who they are,
how they see the universe,
know life, give thanks—
like when I hear your name
I praise orgasm."

Tito Titus, O(h)! (via titotitus)
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"I hate wearing panties. But today, lying back in the dentist’s chair in my summer cotton mini, I was sorta glad I did."

Theresa Nancy (via titotitus)
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"

PLEASE

When you kiss me softly on my neck
nuzzle my ear with your nose

When you count my fingers
with your mouth, lick my palms

When you rub your cheek on mine
push your hand below my belly

Pronounce my first name
with the “h” sound.

"

Theresa Nancy, “Please”

This is my first poem.  Please be gentle.

(via titotitus)
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"You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god."

Anais Nin  Clementine von Radics(via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

Hey! I actually wrote this! It’s from my poem Letter from Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics. Anais couldn’t have written it, as she died nearly 20 years before I was born. Please give it the proper citing.

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king-without-a-castle:

Fred Holland Day - Saint Sebastian tied to tree with rope, with arrow in side, elbow raised, 1907

king-without-a-castle:

Fred Holland Day - Saint Sebastian tied to tree with rope, with arrow in side, elbow raised, 1907

(via pvoland)

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"I haven’t stopped dreaming you. Did you know that? Do you think it’s strange? I never tell, though. I keep it to myself like all thoughts I think of you."

Sandra Cisneros, from “Never Marry a Mexican,” Woman Hollering Creek (via lifeinpoetry)
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xanab:

 

Sam Toft, Hugs On The Way Home

xanab:

 

Sam Toft, Hugs On The Way Home

(via youreyesblazeout)

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Tick-Tock

supersatellite:

The gravel is grinding
impatiently
beneath my feet
the steps
unwinding
as I fold these sheets
scarlet red
they drape
like biblical rivers
flowing
over my head
and down my
feet —
stained
as the floor becomes
unhinged
and my body is pulled
restless
towards the waves
of the lonely sea

(via exhalingcatalysts)

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