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[milksockets]

nick marchant in love lust desire: masterpieces of erotic photography for couples - michelle olley (2001)

[trashdandytrash]

[annijaozola]

[quotidianflaneur]

When nobody wakes you up in the morning.

And when nobody waits for you at night.

And when you can do whatever you want.

What do you call it — Freedom or Loneliness?

— Charles Bukowski

[hauteavocation]

[quotidianflaneur]

“I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.”

–Pablo Neruda, "If You Forget Me" from The Captain's Verses (1952)

[sorrrowfull]

[popular-stranger]

[qatos]

FKA twigs by Louie Banks for ES Magazine July, 2022

[zegalba]

Peter Do autumn/winter 2020

[lacfelinum]

[theresbloodonyouu]

[kristiineozola]

[quotidianflaneur]

My mother didn't want to hurt me, but she was broken.

Her brokenness cut into me and made me bleed.

She didn't know how to love, or at least how to love me.

It didn't even matter that she hurt me, I just wanted her to be sorry.

She said that she loved me, but it often felt like hate.

When I finally had enough and tried to be free, she looked at me with desperation and cried,

"You are abandoning me!"

So I stayed, and I suffered, and I did my best to love her.

As a woman, I have so much empathy for my mother, but as a daughter, I have so much anger.

[gentlemanuniverse]

[quotidianflaneur]

Last night

You played my body like a harp

Gently, skillfully

Without skipping a single note

With your face

Buried in my neck

Inhaling my potent scent

Like a deadman crawling from his grave

Grasping for a breath of fresh air

Your eyes - black diamonds

Glistening at the bottom of an empty well

Calling me without a single word whispered,

Like a Siren song

To surrender and

Hallow

[frachella]

by https://www.instagram.com/frachella/