trying on a metaphor

blake kathryn
DEAR READER
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Three Goblin Art
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if i look back, i am lost

@theartofmadeline
todays bird
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wallacepolsom
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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shark vs the universe
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Janaina Medeiros
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
taylor price
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Xuebing Du
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@deathsoup
Perhaps one of the most deadly terrorist attacks in the last decade hit Baghdad last night. The death toll is at 200 and climbing by the minute. The victims were mainly families out preparing for Eid or celebrating. People were trapped and burning for hours after the explosion. There is little to no media coverage. No one is mourning, no one believes this is relevant, no one cares. 200 families destroyed. It’s so frustrating. What is it about Iraqi blood that makes it so cheap? Why is our misery okay? Why does the world light up for literally everywhere else? I just want to know why does no one care when it comes to Iraq. Our martyrs don’t get pictures or names. They become a number that people ignore.
https://www.instagram.com/p/BCnEHpqubNK/
guy: whatchu smilin at ya phone for
me: *looking at pictures of myself*
Marilyn Monroe arriving for the premiere of There’s no Business Like Show Business, Hollywood, 1953
What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don’t know and I’m afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. […] I have much to live for, yet unaccountably I am sick and sad.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via eveninglesbian)
natasha poly by terry richardson for vogue paris,february 2008.