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[cntarella]

How will I know you? You'll feel warm between my palms and I'll cup you like a handful of holy water.

Roisin Kelly, "Oranges"

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

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“And I’m blinking off old eyelids for a new way of seeing By the rock I rub against I’m going to be tender again”

— Harryette Mullen

[babyfaline]

“Some piece of you stays in me and I’ll never give it back. The heart hoards its thorns just as the rose profligates. Just because you’ve had enough doesn’t mean you wanted too much.”

Dean Young, from “Poem Without Forgiveness”

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[babyfaline]

Flirt Is A Promise

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[babyfaline]

“You never look at me from the place from which I see you.”

— Jacques Lacan 

[89words]

“[…] I must dream myself back in to my own world […]”

— Virginia Woolf, diary entry dated 15 July, 1935 

[malinaa]

Agustina Bazterrica, The Unworthy (trans. Sarah Moses)

[witchrealms]

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[sentimentalbeing2001]

Rinko Kawauchi, Halo (2017)

[terrorignitis]

Jean Paul Sartre, Intimacy

[heavensghost]

Words by Mary Oliver engraved in rock

[heavensghost]

I dream of soft fruit

[branchandblaze-blog-blog]

Eva Kmentova, Hands, 25x18.5 cm., 1977, Museum Kampa

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