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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Three Goblin Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Don't let the days go by
Do we have a choice?
“You have bewitched me, body and soul.”
Je suis à vous
Tu es à moi
I yearn to share parts of myself but cannot make the words escape me.
Every breath like waves crashing over me.
Tu me manques
And that will never be enough
Tu me manques aussi.
Do you ever wonder if you deserve happiness? I’ve been told to be truly happy you have to be good and kind to others.
Are you happy?
Are you loved and do you love in return?
Do you want goodness, happiness and love around you every day, or do you sabotage yourself?
I know the answer, but do you?
Sadly I cannot answer any of these questions with conviction.
Henri Cartier-Bresson. A couple sleeping on a train. Romania, 1975
You need to learn to be a man.
I missed the train
Qui est-elle ? Celle qui a le goût de la mer, la fraîcheur des rivières, l'ivresse de la vodka, la folie de la tequila. Celle qui est un peu mexicaine, un peu française aussi. Elle est tout ce qu'on veut qu'elle soit. Tous les possibles au bout des doigts. Elle t'emmène de l'autre côté de la Terre, quand elle ouvre les paupières.
C'est betty
Je ne suis plus de ceux qui donnent. Mais de ceux-là qu'il faut guérir. Et qui viendra dans ma misère ? Qui aura le courage d'entrer dans cette vie à moitié morte ? Qui me verra sous tant de cendres, et soufflera, et ranimera l'étincelle ? Et m'emportera de moi-même, jusqu'au loin. Qui m'entendra, qui suis sans voix, maintenant dans cette attente ?
Viens me parler
Bondage?
Yes
Butt plug?
Yes
Reading with dog and deer
1927