Otto Henry Bacher - Diving Cormorant (1900)

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Otto Henry Bacher - Diving Cormorant (1900)
unknown co., west virginia, 2016
i'm like if one of those doomed horses that just needs a fucked up girl to be obsessed with them was a human being. someone bring me some fucking sugar cubes
[talking shit about a guy] he could not earn the trust of a horse
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I just know that when Romeo and Juliet premiered two ye olde girlies in the pit at intermission were like didst thou see the sparks betwixt Tybalt and mercutio… aye and not from their swords alone!
tiny cuts.
to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.
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“She, too, has been alone in the dark, I thought. She, too, has gazed into herself, and has seen the void.”
— Margaret Atwood, from “The Testaments,” released c. September 2019
She had a great deal of the quietness of this village about her, the quietness that is in the roaring of the sea and the wind, and when she sighed it was like the sound made of great waters running back to sea between the narrow sides of little stones.
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