“I want to graze your lips with my fingers. Are you real? What part of you will I pretend not to love today?”
— B. E. Barnes
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“I want to graze your lips with my fingers. Are you real? What part of you will I pretend not to love today?”
— B. E. Barnes
Brian Whitby by Giorgio Codazzi for Style Magazine Italy , July 2021
Miguel Hernández, tr. by Don Share, from Poems of War (1936–1939); “Hunger,”
Tre läsande kvinnor i sommarlandskap, 1908 by Johan Fredrik Krouthén (Swedish, 1858–1932)
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A century of emblems - George Spencer Cautley - 1878 - via Internet Archive
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Mugler | Spring/Summer 2015
What is the moment of death? The hook, the line or the sinker? When I fell in love with him? When I trusted him? When he betrayed me? What kind of death is it?
Jeanette Winterson, from Gut Symmetries (via derangedrhythms)
Friendship cannot be separated from reality any more than the beautiful. It is a miracle, like the beautiful. And the miracle consists simply in the fact that it exists.
Simone Weil, “Love” (trans. Emma Craufurd), Simone Weil: An Anthology (via soracities)
i’m not on here much anymore but hi. i fell in love, flew across the country for love, had my love for my life reawakened by said love, and had my heart broken. but i’m still better than i ever was, better than i have been in a while. crazy thing is, love made me remember myself. even if it did hurt in the end, every second was worth it and i celebrate the memory of every moment.
i hope everyone’s doing well x
River Water-crowfoot (Ranunculus fluitans) in River Vramsån Photo Patrik Olofsson
The World of Interiors, February 1990. Photo - James Mortimer
Cary Grant in I’m No Angel (1933) dir. Wesley Ruggles
Leila Chatti, Questions Directed Toward the Idea of Mary