cubby.

[antiopia-deactivated20180324]

Playa Roja, Peru

[pochacco]

[thewinedarksea]

Dawn with arms of roses

Sappho, from fragment 58, tr. by Anne Carson (via mirroir)

[hauntedbystorytelling]

by Giuseppe Basile / src: Dolores Sampol

from ggiorgione flickr user according to TinEye

if anyone can provide info, please let me know. Thanks!

[hauntedbystorytelling]

Lee Miller :: Siwa, Egypt, 1937./ src: D. Sampol

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[luthienne]

Sealing together. Closing every gap. Breathing each other like an ocean we have thought a long time of, and missed.

Eimear McBride, from The Lesser Bohemians (via luthienne)

[velhobaianos]

Visit Original Link

[lvndscpe]

Nazaré, Portugal | by Victor Carvalho

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

from Fever 103° by Sylvia Plath

[c-ubby]

getting ready to bloom

[grace--upon--grace]

Maui, Tayler

[c-ubby]

At dawn she wakes, his hand on her ankle.   That working man thumb pinched round the pale of her foot. His mouth & head shiny, open, empty.

- addison namnoum, from “Hairshirt.” Published by Off the Coast, 2016.

[dappledwithshadow]

Coastal Landscape in Moonlight

Eilif Peterssen - 1898

[lifeinpoetry]

God is a city overflowing with fists.

Jacqui Germain, from “After St. Louis, God,” When the Ghosts Come Ashore

[mythologyofblue]

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Martina Hoogland Ivanow

via mythologyofblue

[melodyhansen]

[fantodsdhrit]

narrative

wind runs through the pines outside when she asks for gold—i am in mourning; i listen to her, i remove the chain from her mouth, it’s wet, she continues talking, puts the wisp of hair behind her ear, presses her finger; i touch her face (dreaming), she, with no afterthought, shuts her cave eyes, i lean in to feel her skin, then kiss her forehead; she is mute, waits—breathes, puts her hand over my chest, my thumping heart gives it all away, she smiles, comes close to my coal lips.