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fiona apple, 1997
“He marked the page with a match and fell asleep in mid-kiss, while I, a queen bee in a disturbed hive, stay up and buzz: half a kingdom for a honey drop, half a lifetime for a tender word! His face, half turned. Half past midnight. Half past one.”
— Vera Pavlova, “He marked the page with a match” trans. Steven Seymour. featured in Poetry, January 2010
“I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.”
— Christopher Poindexter
shirley mallmann photographed by ellen von unwerth for cesare paciotti spring 1997
“Surrender is the intersection between acceptance and change.”
— Katherine Ingram
“What touches you is what you touch.”
— Margaret Atwood, Excerpt of Nothing from True Stories
a trace of something that is disappearing or no longer exists // taken and edited by me
/ Aniela Sobieski, Birds Eye, 2020
Dorota Wócjik by Mario Sorrenti 1997
“in the morning i’ll be ten feet tall solid gold not sorry for anything”
— Nicola Maye Goldberg, from “One for Blair Waldorf,” published in Electric Cereal
“In the end you can’t always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.”
— Ally Condie (via surqrised)
“I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.”
— Christopher Poindexter
Grace Freedson, Párrafo Magazine: The Death and Decay Issue; from ‘Phantasia for Maria Bonita’
Alex and Shelly by Elia Nedkov
La Naissance de Venus by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1879)
“Forest styles”. Missy Rayder by Olivier Desarte for L'officiel nº 829, 1998