the people look like flowers at last

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arpeggia: Irene Suchocki - Paris

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:58:03 -0500

arpeggia:

Irene Suchocki - Paris

babe1101: The Kiss, 1915 by Egon Schiele

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:54:43 -0500

babe1101:

The Kiss, 1915 by Egon Schiele

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Fri, 17 May 2013 21:58:14 -0500

"Although we read with our minds, the seat of artistic delight is between the shoulder blades. That..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:28:44 -0500

“Although we read with our minds, the seat of artistic delight is between the shoulder blades. That little shiver behind is quite certainly the highest form of emotion that humanity has attained when evolving pure art and pure science. Let us worship the spine and its tingle.”

- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via poetrist)

"Sometimes I can’t look you in the eye; you’re like a building that’s burned out inside, with the..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:22:12 -0500

“Sometimes I can’t look you in the eye; you’re like a building that’s burned out inside, with the outer walls still standing.”

- Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces (via larmoyante)

"You are, at once, both the quiet and the confusion of my heart."

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:15:36 -0500

“You are, at once, both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.”

- Franz Kafka (via larmoyante)

kolkhara: East Meets West - Mahmood Sabzi

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:05:49 -0500

kolkhara:

East Meets West - Mahmood Sabzi

tuesdayblouse: sad head (by ann muddy)

Fri, 17 May 2013 17:34:45 -0500

tuesdayblouse:

sad head (by ann muddy)

laplumeabelle: Sad Farewell by Duane Michals, 1968 Also

Fri, 17 May 2013 02:13:34 -0500

laplumeabelle:

Sad Farewell by Duane Michals, 1968

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Fri, 17 May 2013 01:19:45 -0500

illustratedladies: The Virgin Suicides (by LittleThunder)

Fri, 17 May 2013 01:19:35 -0500

illustratedladies:

The Virgin Suicides (by LittleThunder)

I don’t know whether to live at home (it’ll just be me and my dad, and much quieter) or...

Thu, 16 May 2013 23:38:00 -0500

I don’t know whether to live at home (it’ll just be me and my dad, and much quieter) or rent a room in an apartment next semester. I’m so indecisive.

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Thu, 16 May 2013 23:17:22 -0500

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Thu, 16 May 2013 22:10:19 -0500

13neighbors: Bande à Part (1964), dir. Jean-Luc Godard

Thu, 16 May 2013 15:40:28 -0500

13neighbors:

Bande à Part (1964), dir. Jean-Luc Godard

jordantiberio: A Self Portrait Through Her (Nika in Tears), New...

Thu, 16 May 2013 15:36:31 -0500

jordantiberio:

A Self Portrait Through Her (Nika in Tears), New York City. April 2013.

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Thu, 16 May 2013 03:16:03 -0500

"I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me."

Wed, 15 May 2013 14:33:25 -0500

“I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.”

- Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via larmoyante)

"I used to be gold. First prize collarbones, atomic number 79. I think of our bodies..."

Wed, 15 May 2013 14:23:00 -0500

“

I used to be gold. First prize
collarbones, atomic number
79.

I think of our bodies unhinging.
Dismantling a masterpiece we
worked so hard to build with
creased hands. A workshop of
cracking spines to straighten out
the way we would slouch.

Maintenance was: drilling openings
inside each others joints, stitching
ligaments, embroidering our hopes
beneath surfaces in cryptic codes
unseen.

When I arrived I was sun. Already
sweltering inside your pores,
glazing skin in honey residue.
My promises rinsed over in drizzling
rain, marinating your bones, flooding,
breaking into the current network
of your nerves.

Often, all I have are promises.

It starts with a loud rumbling noise
from the inside out, a vicious clap of
thunder rendering breathing patterns
defenceless. An expansion of pressure
that is too close for comfort.

When I think of slipped disks,
they remind me of those stepping stones
we crossed towards the Colosseum
we had in our minds.

We hung expectations from our shoulders.

Self depreciation is a gale force wind
who knocks once, twice, strikes fragility
down with her fury—ungluing the grip
beneath my feet, begging that I get familiar
with my knees.

She says, “You’re going to have to look at
them up close if you want to learn how to assess damage.”

When I unzipped my ribcage I saw those
impressions that you’d left on my heart,
ransacked awareness told me you’d been
here, moulding yourself between my
ventricles.

Last night I set a fire,
and watched as it burn the end
of the rope that I’d been holding
to keep you
close.

”

- Lauren Flynn, “I used to be gold.”