[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz }

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{So We Must Meet Apart by gabrielle bates and jennifer s. cheng}

[octoberbrunette]

[c1988irocz01]

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[hadrian6]

Viper. Picture Atlas of the Scientific Natural History of Vertebrates. 19th.century Leopold Joseph Fitzinger. Austrian 1802-1884. lithograph.       http://hadrian6.tumblr.com

[sowhatifiliveinkyushu]

Dita Von Teese (2008)

© Ken Marcus

[focus-damnit]

Chocolate Cosmos |  adamrobinsondesign.com

[thehedgerowwitch]

[lame-beauty-item]

[dollmeat7-deactivated20150519]

Burlesque, Lily Christine c. 1940’s

[lambfleece-deactivated20210601]

[c1988irocz01]

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[missmuerte]

“Your fragrance fills my soul,”

— Virginia Adair, from Living on Fire: A Collection of Poems; “First Light,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[shisasan]

𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝙷𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎, 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊𝚗 [𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟿]

[illicitlimerence]

𝙼𝚘𝚓𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝

[romanceangel]

“You’re still in my heart. I can feel you go through there. Jigsaw fragments. Returning always. Take this as it settles, then: Why should we mean nothing to each other when we’re really nothing?”

— Jeffrey Renard Allen, from “Pinocchio,” Oxford American (Spring 2023)

[cyberxbattalion]

[derangedrhythms]

I’ve lived my life like a serial killer; finish with one part, strangle it and move on to the next. Life in neat little boxes is life in neat little coffins, the dead bodies of the past laid out side by side.

Jeanette Winterson, from ‘Gut Symmetries’