Two Women Kissing in Nature (b. 1859)
— by Georges Rochegrosse

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Two Women Kissing in Nature (b. 1859)
— by Georges Rochegrosse
the death of dvds is so fucked. what about bonus features
far far away idol would never happen now
I stand tall
On display to the world
Tough
Proud
A symbol of the past
Of my past
Unmoving and rigid
Yet soft in presence
You see me and
what do you
see?
Faded bronze
A woman on a pedestal
A subject for photographs
and straying hands
My skin riddled
with golden patches
Ghosts of touch
Proof of human existence
Near me I see
A dog with its golden nose
Glistening a beacon in the sun
Testimony of love
From the public
My breasts glimmer just as bright
Yet I feel no sun
Light emanating
My eyes stuck frozen away
I cannot bear the vision
Cannot take intensity
I am faded bronzes and withered coppers
Yet a golden sun
Radiates from my chest
My heart may be a nuclear reactor
Trapped in its cage of bone
Brighter and brighter
With every caress
Hotter and hotter
All the eyes
Not to who I am
Not to my dedications
Nor my soul
But to my golden vitiligo
Hands that will never cradle my face
Till my blush turns aglow
Will never take my hands
Till they’re polished to shine
My accomplishments darkened to nil
My identity swept undo
By my golden curse
(via Instagram)
Florence + The Machine poster I did for a friend
You can find her in the Greco-Roman sculpture section of the metropolitan museum of art
My ancient coin started throbbing
I dunno yall.
It's like.
It's like yes. Yes, harm has been done. No, we can't undo it. We can't unkill the forest spirit. But we can minimize the fallout. We can try to stop making it worse. We can find a way forward. It won't ever be the same, but you can't just give up. You have to keep trying because you're still alive and you can make it less bad.
And it just.
It just makes me want to cry.
But like, in a cathartic way.
this is how Kim got recruited btw
kiss yay
Goodnight kimharry nation…<3
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