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🪵🌲🏔🫐☔🦋 ~ 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𝒔𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒆/𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 | 𝟐𝟒

[huariqueje]

Attic Room    -   Louis Icart , 1940

French,  1888-1950

[beautyinyourbeast]

If all I can be

Come from leaving ;

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🍽

— my most recent wip on love, desire, body image, etc. 🍎🦷 for my fellow aroaces ♥︎♤

[perriaeyjeve]

[metamorphesque]

"Voca Me", Vahagn Athabekyan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

[metamorphesque]

— Myoung Ho Lee, Trees / Herman Hesse, Bäume: Betrachtungen und Gedichte

[cheshmenoor]

[rozieramati]

[inkpressedpetals]

[eveninginparis]

[seekingstars]

HOW’S THAT HOUSE THAT RAISED YOU? - Lev St. Valentine

[enchantedbook]

"Offering" by Ulla Thynell

[spacepearl]

Ulla Thynell is also on tumblr! https://ullathynell.tumblr.com/

[nyctaeus]

Lucy Glendinning - ‘Featherchild’

[beautyinyourbeast]

Stitched a-part of you

[brutallysoftmuse]

˚₊‧⁺ woke up one day and decided to serve cunt in the middle of the night, I played around with some visuals for my debut album  ✩°。⋆⸜ ✮

[whenlovetriestoleave]

donkey skin (1970) dir. jacques demy

[beautyinyourbeast]

🌀🐎🪞🍏🪾🍂

artemilie_ on instagram

Found in coin faces, fortunes of choice 

Giving our heads up to the wishing well 

Troubled waters, each doubles as we voice 

“I share the weight of loss” change come in waves 

By my side in moon phases, my half full 

Message in a bottle softened into sea glass 

Little fingers to twine, a wishbone to pull 

We tessellate through broken gaps 

A pattern of repeating, in the detail 

I meet God there with no offering 

For my every act of love is in your name 

Fitting together never meant fixing 

I know the end, has no blessing for us twain 

Been in spite of the other ? 

I wish on your eyelash like the seed head 

Of a dandelion, flying higher 

Than we ever could, still each choose 

Breaking the furcula, flail fail and fall 

The ground hits half hard as the truth 

And we have known the crawl.

— excerpt from my poem Jum'ailes (Birds of a Feather).

[nixscriptum]