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Julie Newmar
Sometimes- no. A lot of times, I want freedom from this mess. I want my energy to burst forth from my meat cage, lightning through my chest. I dream to escape this fucking prison of sin. I hate so much I want to jump out of my skin. I want to scrape it off of me. I sing sometimes but I don't feel music anymore and the sounds I make are more like dying than passion. My throat is parched and baron. I ache for the fruit of life and settle for the meat of swans. The anarchy of our souls is unquenchable. I need to burn down this palace of flesh.. This place not home. I want to scream until i make the ugliest sound so the wrapping rolls back and away from my bones. My body is a haunted house. I try to love, but I'm so scared.
“I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception”
— (via purplebuddhaquotes)
Oh he is the nectar of all of my summers. He glistens like raindrops waiting in the crook of a greenleaf- so patient, so wonderful. I behold him with sacred joy- a frog in my chest. I worship, i wonder, i whisper prayers, desperate to taste your flavours- the heat of you resting in my full kisses. I cant stand myself and i worship you- may i be your altar? Drench me in all the honey and flowers, I will cast a spell on us. You paint with tea steeped long to look like blood, the spoils of the universe.. a pearl in your crevice. You are a seed in my teeth- i torment myself trying to separate us.
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~ America (24) ~
by Matt Licari
Good morning. It’s cold ❄️
🌸just a reminder, you don’t need to be skinny to feel beautiful. I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life and I love myself. Took a lot of work and stress to get to where I am, but my body made it through all that shit.🌸
“We’ll swim in milk and honey till we drown.”
— Elinor Wylie, from Nets to Catch the Wind: Poems; “Wild Peaches,”
U.S. model and actress Marisa Berenson, wearing Valentino, photographed by Henry Clarke in the Rome apartment of U.S. visual artist Cy Twombly, 1968
Signals. Daniel Tejedera for Sicky Magazine