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“follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.” - allen ginsberg

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Alesandro Ljubicic

Orange Scarlet

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Charles Piazzi Smyth, The Great Comet of 1843, N.d.

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Le Louvre, Italian Renaissance

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what I wouldn’t give to be there right now

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Day two

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Lucas Cranach the Elder - ^detail of Judith with the Head of Holofernes.

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Today I am feeling myself and also working on the new shit

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Joel Meyerowitz - Dairyland, Provincetown (1976)

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Just because you fell in love with the river doesn’t mean you must feed it your bones. You can take new lovers. Wine, for instance. And bread. Difficult shoes. Little blue pills. The first boy’s knife. The bowie, the buck, the chef’s. Switch, pocket, butcher, butter. You can submerge in a hotel bath, drainage ditch, Newton Creek, East River. The sea. Eat the whole pan of lasagna. The entire box of Thin Mints. You can go down in mimosas. You can lose yourself in Clifton, or Sexton, Walker, Hooks, Rich, Atwood. Or Hughes. Even the boxer whose poems sewed you shut. Whose hands pulled you from the red red tub. The boy who became boxer who became man who became poet who became husband. Yes, you can love the river. The knife. The pills. The wine. You can love a thousand lonelinesses. You can love the man and each of his hands. Love the brine and the meat and all the tiny ruins.

“Polyamory, With Knives,” Jeanann Verlee  (via commovente)

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