H.
get my name tattooed
Samantha Rosenow. Ceci est mon blog.
HOME ASK PAST Lend me your eyes

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Dark thing,
make a myth of yourself:

all women turn into lilacs,

all men grow sick of their errant scent.
You could learn

to build a window, to change flesh
into isinglass, nothing

but a brittle river, a love of bone.
by Jennifer Chang, from “This Corner of the Western World,” The History of Anonymity (University of Georgia Press, 2008)

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so-personal:

everything personal

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Love happens
and all you’re left
with is aftershock
after aftershock
There’s the heartache
the stomach ache
your muscle-so-sore ache
Love finishes
and you divide your body
into two segments:
the one which must continue,
and the one which pauses,
suspends,
struggles to heal.
The stars subside.
The stars will forget you.
Water droplets roll
over knots in your spine
as I kiss secrets
off your lips
by jessica therese, “Love Happens” (via contramonte)

4nimalparty:

Mons Klint (by mr_durian)

kushandwizdom:

Words of Emotion

likeafieldmouse:

Glenn Ligon

1. If I Can’t Have Love I’ll Take Sunshine (2006)

2. The Moon Belongs to the People!!! (2012)

Bottom installation shot by Scott Lynch

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herbloodredlips:

Beautiful Cades Cove by Marianne Venegoni on Flickr.

just-one-wallflower:

this is my fucking favorite thing ever i love it so so so so much i cnt even explain its just s o goo d

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hisandherquotes:

everything you love is here