you didn’t grow because he hurt you; you grew despite it; & imagine what you can become if instead of hurt you are showered with love.
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you didn’t grow because he hurt you; you grew despite it; & imagine what you can become if instead of hurt you are showered with love.
marina v., stay away from men who speak love through pain. (via findingwordsforthoughts)
“Your voice of holy sweetness, turning common words to grace,”
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from The Collected Poems; “A Drama of Exile,”
The Face, September 1998
Photo - Sergio Gothic
Contributor - Superimpose Studio
Red Lotus Sea, Thailand
Garden 6 - Jan de Vliegher
Belgian b.1964-
Oil on canvas, 39 2/5 × 39 2/5 in. 100 × 100 cm.
Silverton, Colorado
the cover of the lesbian pulp novel a woman’s woman by toni adler, 1962
“I who had opened your wound bit on it — did you feel me? — As into the gold of a honeycomb I bit.”
— Delmira Agustini, from The White Book: Poems; “Sweet Elegies,” c. 1910
1938 vanity
when janelle monae finished telling me about how everything is sex except sex (which is power) and hit me with that “now ask yourself who’s screwing you” for the first time, i ascended far beyond this plane and met with the deity that rules this universe before coming back into my body a fully enlightened being
michel foucault was bald because janelle monae spoke these lyrics to him through a rift in spacetime and immolated his wig
Mistress America 2015
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