There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
â Khalil Gibran

Origami Around
Cosimo Galluzzi
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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cherry valley forever

Love Begins

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
â Khalil Gibran
i love unhinged women but i also love women who try so fucking hard to be hinged. clinging to those hinges by her fingernails.
I'll move to this city one day, just you wait.
Wernerâs Nomenclature of Colours: a Pre-Photographic Guide for Artists and Naturalists
I love things like this. E would probably say itâs me being very German and wanting to categorize and order everything.
I donât trust you.
Do you ever feel like people want pieces of you but never all of you?
Certain people anyway.
âThou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me..â
cam + cuttlefish | by cam damage | [more here]
And then there are other days.
I'm slaying dragons left and right. The world is exactly where it needs to be. An old man gives me cuttings from one of his trees and I share the taste of my childhood with those I love.
Each second is a battle for barely an inch of peaceful ground, but I do have this. My little victories. By the gods, I will learn to embrace them the way my failures wrap tight around my throat. One day, I will take pride in what I have accomplished here: this beautiful, charmed volume in a life not-yet lived.
The Greek Slave (detail) 1844- Hiram Powers (American, 1805â1873)
âI ached for her. With my flesh. In my mind. Deep inside parts of me I didnât want anyone to know. It was a mix of pain and desire, a tormented craving. Something I couldnât live without, and yet, I could barely tolerate. To lose it would mean to forget her. That, I couldnât do. So I continued to suffer in sweet, delicious agony. And while I did, I knew I was truly alive.â
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one memory refuses to go with you, seventeenth of april our bewildered gazes meet, bonfire light dancing across your tranquil face. they say the written word remains, but so are the unspoken things between two people who look back as they walk away from each other. in that sliver of time i am sure you loved me. like an alpenglow; softly, ethereally, fleetingly.
Reginald Dwayne Betts âBALLAD OF THE GROUNDHOGâ
stopppppp im going to pass away just thinking abt this
#what a way to discover you have a priase kink
When I got my first tattoo I told my rather beautiful tattoo artist that I refused to be a wuss and she said âOh dont worry, if you squirm I will pin you down.â
And that lives in my head rent free.
âWhat is it with queer people and tattoos?â
Something something intricate rituals
Stripping down to my birthday suit (itâs apt)
how does iris by the goo goo dolls have such an iron grip hold on my tear ducts even so many years later
cuz i
DONâT WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME
Thats that childhood trauma right there. Yep.