[theselkiesings]

My favorite tit pic and this is the only place I can post it without getting flagged.

#selflove #nipplebars #piercednipples #nudeportrait #selfportrait #me #atpeace

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“Stay tender, enchanted,”

— H.D., from The Collected Poems: 1912-1944; “The Shrine,” wr. c. 1923

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“If I am a witch, then so be it, I said. And I took to eating black things–coffee, dark chiles, the bruised part of fruit, the darkest, blackest things to make me hard and strong.”

— Sandra Cisneros, from Woman Hollering Creek; “Eyes of Zapata,” c. 1991

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“She’s only special in secret. And she’s got her own familiar spirits. Something inside of her rises and she knows destruction makes the world burn brighter.”

— Chelsea Wolfe, from “Destruction Makes the World Burn Brighter,” c. 2013

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“I have, as you know, a passion for hands, which are more revealing than faces.”

— Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,”

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“I dreamed of a very old olive tree in tears.”

— George Seferis, tr. by Rex Warner, from “Stratis the Sailor Describes a Man,”

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“As for myself, I had a lot to say. But I was silent.”

— Albert Camus, from Youthful Writings; “Intuitions,” wr. c. 1932

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Kotaro Chiba

[nemfrog]

How to locate the north star. The book of stars. 1920.

[nemfrog]

“Largest selling peach in the world.” Stark Bros 1940 book: fruit trees shrubs roses. 1940.

[theselkiesings]

Tumblr is so lame now. There aren’t even real people anymore. Everyone has reduced themselves to an aesthetic.

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“Teach me new caresses, gentle ones,”

— Gabriela Mistral, from Selected Prose & Prose Poems; “Tell Me, Mother,”

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“How you smile, how your eyes fill with tears—how beautiful your soul is—and your hands.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. July 1910

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“Touch me, and wake me up.”

— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “The Little Peasant,” (edited)

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“Leave me be, like water at rest. Be sweeter than ever with me. Don’t roil my blood with worries; don’t make my breath shiver.”

— Gabriela Mistral, from Selected Prose & Prose Poems; “To The Husband,”

[lifeinpoetry]

I’ll wear your scent like an animal                                        carries its young, each gentle fang

the last place that                              mourned you.

— Ruth Awad, from “The Sleepwalker,” published in Glass

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“She’s the most beautiful thing in the world to me, the dearest and—the most difficult to understand. The sound of her step enchants me, her changeful eyes dispense happiness—and trouble. She’s like Destiny itself, she never hesitates.”

— Colette, tr. by Maire Kelly, from Selected Stories; “Barks and Purrs,”