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

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There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
— 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.
Werner’s Nomenclature of Colours: a Pre-Photographic Guide for Artists and Naturalists
I love things like this. E would probably say it’s me being very German and wanting to categorize and order everything.
I don’t trust you.
Do you ever feel like people want pieces of you but never all of you?
Certain people anyway.
“Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me..”
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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, 1805–1873)
“I ached for her. With my flesh. In my mind. Deep inside parts of me I didn’t want anyone to know. It was a mix of pain and desire, a tormented craving. Something I couldn’t live without, and yet, I could barely tolerate. To lose it would mean to forget her. That, I couldn’t do. So I continued to suffer in sweet, delicious agony. And while I did, I knew I was truly alive.”
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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 “BALLAD OF THE GROUNDHOG”
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 “Oh dont worry, if you squirm I will pin you down.”
And that lives in my head rent free.
“What is it with queer people and tattoos?”
Something something intricate rituals
Stripping down to my birthday suit (it’s 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
DON’T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME
Thats that childhood trauma right there. Yep.