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I barely even use this hellsite. Why do I get 15 new porn bot followers every day?
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The Bees
Those bees you crushed in summer’s harsh heat, their stingers lancing at your feet, the life stolen in youth resides and rises inside of you, veiled wings revealed years later.
Honey words leak like sap from your tongue. Once stung, pain collides with myth and memory.
In darkness, all those secrets arise, buzzing secrets inside your wild dreams. Maureen A. Sherbondy
people: filled with sin dirt: filled with worms ( a good and righteous thing)
It is terrible to be so afraid and not know why.
Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
PJ Mattan
someone please explain
From Birth till Death
La Vierge au Lys - 1899 and Pieta - 1876 - William Bouguereau
Sunflowers 🌻
Light airs kinda day. #graysharborhistoricalseaport #briglife #tallship #sailing #squarerigger
I hear the blind pianist playing on your ribs. I hear the black waves of night…
Yvan Goll, tr. by Michael Hamburger, from “Eavesdropping on your Sleep,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Apollo 11
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The name of a person you love is more than language–
Tennessee Williams, from Selected Stories; “The Vine,” c. July 1944 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Season of the Witch, Anne Brigman
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