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Nepenthe Radiant, Aimee Seu
Boris Pasternak, from a letter to Marina Tsvetaeva featured in Letters, Summer 1926
— Frank O'Hara (via lunamonchtuna)
“—everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin’s bow, which draws one voice out of two separate strings.”
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Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt of “Love Song” [Liebeslied], trans. by Stephen Mitchell in The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
Source—alles, was uns anrührt, dich und mich, nimmt uns zusammen wie ein Bogenstrich, der aus zwei Saiten eine Stimme zieht.
(via antigonick)
obsessed w this ("Dostoevsky as lover", Henrik Karlsson)
Franz Kafka, from a diary entry featured in "Kafka: The Tremendous World I Have Inside my Head,"
Le Baiser — Stephan Abel Sinding (1902)
Jil Sander 1992
Photography by Scholz & Friends
Anne Sexton, from a poem titled "Loving The Killer," featured in The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton
Edvard Munch, Drawing for The Kiss, 1895
Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women : a world poetry anthology
Marina Tsvetaeva, tr. by Elaine Feinstein from, “I’m glad your sickness.” [ID in alt text]
touch me like a memory Mark English, Laura Makabresku, Edvard Munch, Alex Venezia, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Egon Schiele, Peter Wever, Anne Magill
Marie Howe, from an interview ⟡
Tove Ditlevsen, from a poem featured in There Lives a Young Girl in Me Who Will Not Die: Selected Poems
having crush as an adult is so humiliating like you might as well shoot me