ang baúl

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The post about angel wings not needing to be purely white to be beautiful reminded me of a picture I LOVE

This pigeon is an angel

the balance of the universe depends on my pleasure

or so, the kamasutra says. the glory given to me, to women. to the power we hold in our sex. my pleasure restores the earth. brings forth to life. sows the seeds and reaps these gifts. i am creation. which means i am also restoration. which means i am also destruction. the muzzling of a woman’s pleasure disrupts all energies, all creatures, all things. let me run free. let me dig deep. let me reach into the trenches of my want and climb the heights of my desire. watch me as i lay and add fuel to this fire. the balance of the universe depends on my pleasure. or so, the kamasutra says.

hey dude, idk how much you remember from the party last night but- yeah, everyone saw your want. yeah no it was pretty late and winding down so it was quiet enough that every single person there saw it throbbing and twitching in your chest and so wet with hunger it was glistening under the kitchen light. they said it looked like it was reaching for something

the trees know all the reasons i stay in love with you

Ilya Kaminsky, from "While the Child Sleeps, Sonya Undresses", Deaf Republic

Lucien Clergue, Nu de la Foret, 1973

life cycles

We were trees together once Shall I love you as deep as these roots go down?

A ring for every year I age I ring for every lifetime of marriage What I mean to say is that

I have met you in every lifetime, I think I know I’d recognize your soul from anywhere.

Big eyes broad shoulders full heart solid laughter

We were in a pond together once You, the frog and I, the fish We used to swim together and hide under lily pads during the rain

You were a bird and I was the blue, blue sky and I knew you’d love me until I ran out of light

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from spike!, hdn

fruits of the earth

dismantling/rebuilding

a girl and her bedroom, ii

a girl and her bedroom, i

fleeting

I just might imagine you a hundred different ways,

think about your hands on my thighs as the music plays

There was a moment I know you know the one

It could have gone farther But then it was just gone.

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from spike!, hdn

Spike,

I am imagining your love

to be as soft as cotton.

Of course, I will never know.

In any case, I hope it is.

You have very warm hands.

Even your smile.

Especially your laughter.

Spike,

I am imagining your love

to be as soft as cotton.

Of course, I will never know.

The landing feels soft from

where I am sitting.

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soft as cotton, from spike!

hdn

Julia Fernandez

it still comes as a surprise that closeness cannot be achieved from a safe distance

thomasmartinnutt

Vija Clemins. Untitled (Constellation II), 1975

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