cherry valley forever
blake kathryn
Today's Document
Three Goblin Art
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if i look back, i am lost
noise dept.
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wallacepolsom
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
ellievsbear
YOU ARE THE REASON
occasionally subtle
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Peter Solarz
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
tannertan36
almost home
seen from Türkiye
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seen from China
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@lilithsrib
But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.
Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera. (via nidrogen)
‘Stranger Things 2’ episode posters by Butcher Billy
Bad luck isn’t brought by broken mirrors, but by broken minds - Suspiria (1977)
The Great Fires
Love is apart from all things. Desire and excitement are nothing beside it. It is not the body that finds love. What leads us there is the body. What is not love provokes it. What is not love quenches it. Love lays hold of everything we know. The passions which are called love also change everything to a newness at first. Passion is clearly the path but does not bring us to love. It opens the castle of our spirit so that we might find the love which is a mystery hidden there. Love is one of many great fires. Passion is a fire made of many woods, each of which gives off its special odor so we can know the many kinds that are not love. Passion is the paper and twigs that kindle the flames but cannot sustain them. Desire perishes because it tries to be love. Love is eaten away by appetite. Love does not last, but it is different from the passions that do not last. Love lasts by not lasting. Isaiah said each man walks in his own fire for his sins. Love allows us to walk in the sweet music of our particular heart.
is me.
Request (for J)
“Tell me what your tattoos mean.” Mother culture grind: unexpected ties (like your hands around my wrists) bind.
A bite turns kiss; sweet and sharp. Broken skin blooms. Hopeful question (”Are you staying here tonight?”) looms. “You’re gonna make me lonesome when ...” Well, you know the song. Stay with me, you (with your beard on my cheek) belong.
thanks barbie
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