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Not safe for work or if you are under 18. Quiet observer. I love words - the sounds and the meanings. Just a place to store things I want to remember. -Please- if I have posted something of yours and not credited it or if you would like to have it...

[fetchitgirl]

“But I’ll do anything you want to

I would do anything for you

I guess that makes me a slave to you

That’ ok, I don’t mind.”

I.D.K. - Modern Aquatic

PH: Jean Agelou

[fetchitgirl]

It has been quite a while and I have missed teasing you. I was hoping you might feel me riffling through some of those old images.

Sigh, it has been so long being away from my super secret hideout. I did feel a tingle and was excited by the rifle. I surely have missed being teased more. It is much more boring without the subtle taunting.

[gacougnol]

Sara Latif

Solitude of no Belonging (1 - 3)

[fetchitgirl]

“Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I’ll feel you burn in every drop of my blood”

—

From - The Book of Hours II, 7

Rainer Maria Rilke 

(via mirandus)

[fetchitgirl]

If I've wept for you so much, it's because

I preferred you among so many outlined joys. - Rilke

Ph: Juan Crisostomo Mendez

[msjanssenblackandwhite]

© FA / https://strkng.com/en/photographer/fa/+/CB8aMmJI0LFNMVLy3RyZ5eecc6b49015d/

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Stella Stellaris

[undr]

James Jarché. Chorus girl. 1933

[fetchitgirl]

my eternal, never found girl crush....I am putting one just like her on my list for Santa

[undr]

Tore Johnson. Paris, 1940s

[chryssavela]

[solitaria]

by 澜映像

[amespeciale]

[likesugar]

[a-ltrove]

@likesugar

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Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I’ll feel you burn in every drop of my blood

From - The Book of Hours II, 7

Rainer Maria Rilke 

(via mirandus)

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[ako]