Daughter of the rain and snow @goodforthelungs - Tumblr Blog

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Oliver Clegg (UK, b.1980)

"Black cat"

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I THINK I AM GOING TO CUT MY HAIR

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you're going to laugh until your stomach hurts. you're going to eat fruit in hot summer sun. you're going to see the moon from your window at night. discover new music, new place, new people. you'll find your way back home

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I'm at a beach

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I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted

To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.

How free it is, you have no idea how free—

The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,

And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.

Sylvia Plath, “Tulips” from Collected Poems

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By Keaton St. James (@/boykeats)

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Topaz Winters, from Portrait of My Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing; “50 Words for Snow”

[Text ID: “Oh, sweetheart. My foolish / hope. My sun-swallowed sky. / My spine & how it aches for you / again & again, swelling, brimming, / thick-as-honey sunflower static.”]

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to drink by jane hirshfield

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evermore — t.s

#taylor swift #december

ourstrangeduet

“Opera has the power to warn you that you have wasted your life. You haven’t acted on your desires. You’ve suffered a stunted, vicarious existence. You’ve silenced your passions. The volume, height, depth, lushness, and excess of operatic utterance reveal, by contrast, how small your gestures have been until now, how impoverished your physicality; you have only used a fraction of your bodily endowment, and your throat is closed.”

— Wayne Koestenbaum, The Queen’s Throat: Opera, Homosexuality, and the Mystery of Desire.