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Frida Kahlo’s box of tricks, Mexico, 1952
“I got a blister from Touching everything I see The abyss opens up It steals everything from me..”
Patti Smith visiting Sylvia Plath’s grave. October feels for sure by @bloodymilk
“Surely it is a privilege to approach the end still believing in something.”
— Louise Glück, from October in “Poems 1962-2012″
“Again, as he has so often, he tries to convert loneliness into something noble, when freely elected: solitude. Solitude is strong.”
— Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” published c. January 1967
Courtney Love for Clash Magazine - March 2010
“I don’t know how to write love letters,” Frida Kahlo wrote in 1946. “But I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty… love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.”
[Golden Bridge - Vietnam]
The Waco News-Tribune, Texas, September 16, 1957
this cartoonist going thru some shit
“Are you happy? You never tell me. Maybe it’s better like this. You’ve kissed so many others - which makes for sadness.”
— Marina Tsvetaeva, from From Girlfriend in “Bride Of Ice: New Selected Poems” [translated by Elaine Feinstein]
© WES LANG 2012 “THE SECRET SPACE OF DREAMS” MIXED MEDIA ON PAPER 72X108 INCHES
Hole/ Live Through This Collages by Jolie Ruin
“in front of my mother and my sisters, i pretend love is cheap and vulgar. i act like it’s a sin– i pretend that love is for women on a dark path. but at night i dream of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb– i dream up a lover who makes love like he is separating salt from water.”
— Salma Deera, “salt” (via virgoassbitch)
Blondie, 1977. Photo by Michael Zagaris.