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pontificatingpoetess:

The petals wear like rust
Corroding you
The tired days of longing
Cricket heat and hot
It endures
This ever unfolding and closing.

Yet I loved you.
I love you!

And now it is said
And the Earth still spins
Her axis
And some purpose has made you
Aware
Of her intention
Or not.

(via so-realism)

pontificatingpoetess:

Teal News

I reach you with a cowered call
The understory of our intent
There is opportunity in your concern
Covered in work and petty talk.
Love lingers unaware.
I know the truth.
And so do you.

pontificatingpoetess:

Teal News

I reach you with a cowered call
The understory of our intent
There is opportunity in your concern
Covered in work and petty talk.
Love lingers unaware.
I know the truth.
And so do you.

(via so-realism)

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mistresssexy:

submissivecatalyst:

hplyrikz:

I can relate to this

PRECISELY

Truth :-)

mistresssexy:

submissivecatalyst:

hplyrikz:

I can relate to this

PRECISELY

Truth :-)

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"The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.
The dark wheat listens.
Be still.
Now.
There they are, the moon’s young, trying
Their wings.
Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Wholly, into the air.
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
Or move.
I listen.
The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,
And I lean toward mine."

James Wright, “Beginning” from Above the River: The Complete Poems and Selected Prose.  (via literarymiscellany)
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"

“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.”

"

Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders (via kushandwizdom)

Good Vibes HERE

(via words-of-emotion)

Perfect.

(via mistresssexy)

(via mistresssexy)

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wmagazine:

“When I was young, I got a taste of being a tool for someone else’s provocation, and I liked it.” -Charlotte Gainsbourg
Photograph by Tim Walker; styled by Jacob K; W magazine October 2014.

wmagazine:

“When I was young, I got a taste of being a tool for someone else’s provocation, and I liked it.” -Charlotte Gainsbourg

Photograph by Tim Walker; styled by Jacob K; W magazine October 2014.

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I will swim to you.

I will swim to you.

(Source: i-thescientist, via phenix-noire)

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"

And then
It’s just too beautiful. Don’t say a word.

—A boulevard without traffic or trade,
Every drama muted, every comedy stilled,
An infinite collection of scenes.
I know you, and stare at you in silence.

"

from “Flowerbeds of Amaranths” by Arthur Rimbaud (via neoterist)

(via so-realism)

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"The wolf howled under the leaves
And spit out the prettiest feathers
Of his meal of fowl.
Like him I consume myself."

eatsleepdraw:

THIS HEART IS MINE, OIL ON CANVAS, 60” X 48”

eatsleepdraw:

THIS HEART IS MINE, OIL ON CANVAS, 60” X 48”

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"Please listen to it,
the begging of your body,
it wants me closer."

casualboundaries:

Jean-charles Millepied
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