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[forevher]

[kosmogrl]

[interdimentional]

[undeadfillum]

New York July 2024

Portra 800

Pentax Espio 120SW

[eyesaremosa1cs]

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[wedarkacademia]

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

[forevher]

Saudade de verões que pareciam verões. Saudade de sentir a mudança no ar, no cheiro, da pele fervendo a noite e os olhos queimando da água do mar, de queimadura no rosto meus olhos verde-melado. Saudades do banco de trás a noite, encantada com a mata da serra correndo pela janela, descobrindo a música da minha vida a cada música, do cheiro de casa fechada - aberta.

[mistandshcdow]

tuesday riddell’s european lacquer

[konoko]

[cottaqecore]

cottagecore dream

[kafaminguzelligi]

[laeffy]

every time someone mentions the little prince I almost forget it’s a children’s book because I literally cannot get through the part about being tamed without crying

[laeffy]

“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…“ But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life . I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat…” The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. “Please, tame me!” he said.” Yeah………..

[sazandorable]

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near —

“Ah,” said the fox, “I shall cry.”

“It is your own fault,” said the little prince. “I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you…”

“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

“But now you are going to cry!” said the little prince.

“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

“Then it has done you no good at all!”

“It has done me good,” said the fox, “because of the color of the wheat fields.”

[renamonkalou]

[forestgf]

[xeptum]

love

[anditslove]

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[amateur-menace]

“My Bisexual Wife”

Acrylics on Canvas