i'm always naked

i looked up into the air, deadly sins and over seized dreams hanging uncommonly low. i looked to you, your gaze a desperate air of emotional turmoil. you couldnt quite understand what had happened, how you had grown into something you didnt quite recognize; hands that were weak with decay and feet that collapsed inwardly. you felt broken and lost and scared all at once. and thats when it happened. slowly you sunk back into yourself, slowly you faded from the world and took your hopes and faults and passions with you. it was all so terrible. it was all so fast. and all i did was watch as it consumed you, as love and rage burned into one and all that was left was the deathly peak of silence.

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2/365 Michelle by photoshepherd on Flickr.

2/365 Michelle

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http://bohemiandiesel.com/photography/photographer/bali-boheme

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Peng Hung-Chih (Taiwanese, b. 1969), Post Inner Scripture - Shin Jie, 2012. Acrylic on canvas, 200 x 200 cm.

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tylerphenes: Point Reyes, CA

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Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.

Richard Siken (via observando)

[halflunar]

I am no stranger to love and I am not waiting for you, because I believe we will be reborn, because I believe everything, and I believe that we will meet again and suffer together again.

Richard Siken, Lillian Gish Goes to Hell (via wethinkwedream)

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© Thomas Hanks

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Cotton Flowers

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There she stood before Sabina naked and disarmed. Literally disarmed: deprived of the apparatus she had been using to cover her face and aim at Sabina like a weapon. She was completely at the mercy of Tomas's mistress. This beautiful submission intoxicated Tereza. She wished that the moments she stood naked opposite Sabina would never end

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

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Downside up

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low tide walk - The Youth of Thespiae