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[jawh]

Upon the Tide

Cast me out upon the tide

and wait until every part of me drifts,

like so much discarded wood,

like so many errant dreams.

I haven’t felt love since your last touch,

give me that warmth again, fend away the current.

Tell me you’ll love the me that I’ve become.

I’ve been shaped by broken hearts,

dreams, and bottles,

it’s made me brittle, an empty vessel.

I’m strong when you’re near.

[chaos-sphere]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

And the plum tasted something like a heart should taste—deep, red, sweet and tart together.

Molly Spencer, from “Self-Portrait as Something Like a Heart,” The New England Review (vol. 38, no. 4, 2017)

[lonequixote]

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

Jack Kerouac

(via lonequixote)

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[hushaby]

[ascensionofman]

[misanthropicmessiah]

Every living creature on Earth dies alone

[my-secret-eye-deactivated201902]

Eikoh Hosoe

[your-lovers-and-drifters]

Une femme mariée, 1964

[wordsnquotes]

Please do not understand me too quickly.

André Gide (via wordsnquotes)

[moonatnight]

[semioticapocalypse]

Todd Webb. Ladder and Adobe Wall. O’Keeffe’s Abiquiu House, New Mexico, 1957

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[laviearose]

http://laviearose.tumblr.com/

ph. Lillian Bassman

15.07.15

[dannygonearchive]

[wmud]

bast - t09, toulouse, france, 2017

[wmud]

act_romegialli – greenbox, cerido, sondrio, italy, 2011 [foto - marcello mariana]