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Doug Jones

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Color Me Curious
Mike Driver
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@potheine
I love getting older. I’m hotter, more confident, more intelligent. Ageism is a dirty trap. Don’t get caught in it.
A hibiscus flower under ultraviolet light, shining for the polinators.
my hobbies are pining longing yearning desiring craving and umm. wanting
andré 3000 & kate moss for rolling stone russia (2004)
Robinne Lee in Hav Plenty, 1997
trying to be a writer is so scary. like what if I’m actually a Wronger
holding hands - persepolis, iran.
Rekha in Utsav (1984)
Painted rolling waves by Daniel Abel.
Heavenly garden view in Wales, United Kingdom ~ koeklilian
i need to stand ankle deep in a creek about this
Pierrot le fou (1965) // dir. Jean-Luc Godard
Perfume began in Mesopotamia as incense offered to the gods to sweeten the smell of animal flesh burned as offerings, and it was used in exorcisms, to heal the sick, and after sexual intercourse. The word’s Latin etymology tells us how it worked: per = through + fumar to smoke. Tossed onto a fire, incense would fill the sky with a smoke otherworldly and magical, which stung the nostrils as if clamorous spirits were clawing their way into the body. Perfumed smoke began with the things of this earth but climbed quickly into the realm of the gods. Atop the famous ziggurat-shaped Tower of Babel, which stretched closer to the gods than mortals could reach, priests lit pyres of incense.
— Diane Ackerman, ‘Smell: An Offering to the Gods’ A Natural History of the Senses
rainer maria rilke, letters to a young poet
Excalibur (1981) | dir. John Boorman