magpi.

not for everyone, that's the point.

[terrorignitis]

Piety which generally associates itself with this species of immorality; for sensual literature and the carnal mind have a kind of piety quite to themselves, when disappointment and incapacity come upon them. The fire which burned so bright dies out into the most inconceivably grey of ashes; and the sweetest submission, the tenderest purity, take the place of all those daring headstrong fancies, all that self-will and self-indulgence. The intense goodness follows the intense sensuousness as by a natural law.

Margaret Oliphant, Novels | 1867

[mournfulroses]

Oscar Wilde, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Oscar Wilde

[shisasan]

"you have both; they must never leave you."

[anthony-samaniego]

cleo's garden

[jorgema]

(suspiro)

[franz-bauch-foto]

In the forest

[from-a-spiders-web]

Edward John Poynter: The Siren, 1864

[from-a-spiders-web]

Edward John Poynter - Erato, Muse of Poetry, 1870

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Cecil Beaton - Kaftan by Marc Bohan for Christian Dior (1967)

[askyea-poesy]

Say it. Say it. The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.

Muriel Rukeyser

[shisasan]

June 8, 1897 Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)

[askyea-poesy]

I just want such a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into a room.

Marina Tsvetaeva

[askyea-poesy]

The body never overreacts—it remembers. Memory lives in the body. As does intuition. We know what is coming both because we've lived it and because we often feel the terror of the shadows long before we're able to describe the face of the monster. There are many kinds of knowing. Keep breathing. Stay near to yourself.

Cole Arthur Riley

[mournfulroses]

Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953

[fairydrowning]

"In my culture, we know death intimately. In Arabic, the highest expression of love is the phrase "ya'aburnee" Translated "you bury me" . It means "I love you so much, I'd sooner die than bury you". It was used by mothers in our lineage who were so used to losing their young in war. In my culture, we cannot talk about love without speaking death's name"

-George Abraham, "Untitled," Published In Black Napkin Press

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “Even If”, Instructions for Traveling West

[artssie]

Galatea (1847) by Charles François Jalabert

[heavensghost]

from Autopsy by Donte Collins

[weltenwellen]

Glennon Doyle, Untamed

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Otis”, Poems 1962 - 2012