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Divination
Ba ba black sheep, have you any wool?
“To read, one must be “unexpectedly fragmentary.” One cannot do anything else but surrender oneself to the flow of the text, to accept its stake of continuities.”
— Hélène Cixous, from Reading With Clarice Lispector (Theory & History Of Literature)
Simple anatomical heart pin, no recolours.
Early morning on the banks of the Waikato River, Taupo, NZ
Ginzan onsen
what drugs were they on when they made this
Cab Calloway rotascoped!
Whoever thought of this was drinking absinthe
Thanks, Now I have nightmares
Late spring in Oregon.
Madame Seriziat by Jacques-Louis David, 1795 (detail)
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In the Horsehead Nebula, a black wisp of smoke near Orion’s belt, there is room enough for 20,000 solar systems. Who would enter that dark wood? The Horsehead stands out against a backdrop of luminous gas, a sea of space resplendent with the rosy light of radiant hydrogen. Who would recognize his own face in that infinity?
–Chet Raymo, The Soul of the Night
Santa with that ass so fat
Let me see them buttcheeks clap
on Dec 18 we won’t be able to see a tity but this abomination will remain untouched and if that ain’t the darnedest thing
Rule my world, lover.
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By: Harlow and Sage
“I’d throw my body in the river but you’d say my name right and I’d become a stone that skipped.”
— Andrea Gibson, from Lord of the Butterflies (via buttonpoetry)