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“Arms behind my head and your body covers mine. Now come the kisses.”

— Tyler Knott Gregson

#Art #Poetry #Tyler Knott Gregson #The muse

“You’ve got an awfully kissable mouth.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair

“I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.”

— Meggie Royer, Literary Sexts

#The muse

“Love Was Love Will Be But Most of All, Love is. Life Cannot Be Without It It is found in the Womb In The Woods In The Stars. To Be or Not to Be To Love, or not to Love They Are Equal. My Soul Whispers Into the Spaces. Yes."

— Cindy Martinusen Coloma, Caleb + Kate

#Art #Poetry #Cindy Martinusen Coloma #The muse

“My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.”

— Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

#The muse

"I see your reputation for scrupulous integrity is well deserved."

"Thank you."

"What do you mean, my reputation for scrupulous integrity?"

"I know, a vicious smear."

Aurelio Zen, Vendetta.

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#Zen #Rufus Sewell

"The thunderclouds creep up from a stormy horizon.

'How are you still here? I would’ve thought you had run for shelter by now.'

'You are my shelter.'"

— Noor Shirazie

#Poetry #Noor Shirazie #The muse

“Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.”

— Anita Krizzan

#The muse

"If I were to lose you, I should be lost.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice

#The muse

“When your heart first lights for someone, you cover its mouth. You hush it and tell it to be cool. Please be cool. You wait for it to grow until it warms your whole body and then you can feel it in your teeth every time you’re together. You can hear those words rattling inside every ‘goodnight’. You’re waiting for the right time, or to work up the courage, or for it to get so big it leaks out when you’re falling asleep and your guard’s down. When it’s out, it hangs in the air like smoke. You wait to see if there’s fire in your partner’s heart too.”

— Rebeka Anne, I’m falling in love with you

#Art #Poetry #Anne is restless #The muse

“A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.”

— John Steinbeck, East of Eden

#Art #Literature #Book Club #John Steinbeck #The muse

“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”

— e.e. cummings

#The muse

“Nowadays, all of my love poems are for you. Because phone calls and letters so often fall short. And hopping on a plane isn’t an easy solution to missing you suddenly at 1 a.m. Sometimes, poetry is the easiest way to bring you here beside me.”

-- Lora Mathis, Galaxies

#Art #Poetry #Lora Mathis #The muse

“Oh God, what I want is every moment of the whole of your life.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice

#The muse

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-- Alécico de Andrade, Salvador Dalí and a young Yves Saint Laurent.

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#Art #Photography #Alécico de Andrade #Salvador Dalí #Yves Saint Laurent

"What we tell each other burns with the fuel of a thousand godly orange fires and our tongues fighting to replace each other

sounds like what skin would sound like if it were ever not skin, if it could ever be something that we’d be able to hold cupped in our palms. Imagine pure water that burns and never spills

through the gaps between the dry flesh of our fingers. We can easily peel at it. We easily peel at it, our heads nested in the hollows of our lovers’ bodies, our mind free-flowing but treacherously so— the words whose meanings we can never quite decipher

clawing at our pumping hearts, begging to be understood, like his weak desire to touch as it runs through mine and like clouds that cling to the day when it’s time to be night. Indeed, it is time to be night.

The language that burns and never spills has become calmer and the anxious lovers we hold so dearly against our chest have all fallen asleep."

— Kaj Palanca, In Nothing Flat

#Art #Poetry #Kaj Palanca #The muse

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-- Benvenuto Disertori, La Nicchia, 1910.

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#Art #Engraving #Benvenuto Disertori #The muse

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