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40 pages into Caliban and the Witch 

[aaron-symons]

Winona Ryder photographed by Drew Jarrett for Porter Fall 2016

[just--another--wallflower]

Jean Paul Gaultier Fall 2006 RTW

[lifeinpoetry]

For the heart, both altar and hell. / For the heart, both heaven and grief.

Marina Tsvetaeva, from “Every poem is a child of love,” Selected Poems: Marina Tsvetaeva tr. David McDuff (via lifeinpoetry)

[wordsnquotes]

I spend my days trying to trick my anxiety and to avoid horrifying myself.

Clarice Lispector, “Letter to Fernando Sabino featured in Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector” (via wnq-writers)

*screams inaudibly*

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[fatalscroll]

Details at Carven SS17

[edenliaothewomb]

Rosamund Pike, photographed by Camilla Åkrans for Dior magazine, a/w 2016.

[estellmanor]

[subtilitas]

Russell Jones - Garway Road apartments, London 2006. Via archello, photos © Hélène Binet.

[atreides]

The cruelty of the world was tranquil. The murder was deep. And death was not what we thought.

Clarice Lispector, Love (”Amor”)

[maryjblige]

https://instagram.com/p/BJ4TOcwAJTj/

[hentagons]

Capricorn: Who broke the coffee pot? I’m not mad, I just want to know.

Pisces: I did. I broke it.

Capricorn: No. No, you didn’t. Taurus?

Taurus: Don’t look at me, look at Virgo.

Virgo: What?! I didn’t break it!

Taurus: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?

Virgo: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!

Taurus: Suspicious.

Virgo: No, it’s not!

Cancer: If it matters, probably not… Scorpio was the last one to use it.

Scorpio: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!

Cancer: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Scorpio: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Cancer!

Pisces: Okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Cap.

Capricorn: No! Who broke it?!

Sagittarius: *whispering* Cap, Libra’s been awfully quiet this whole time.

Libra: Really?!

*Yelling ensues*

*Camera pans to Capricorn*

Capricorn: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict that ten minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

[disminucion]

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[evaded]

[artphotographyinspo]

Amanda crying on my bed, Berlin 1992

by Nan Goldin