I like your cosmology, baby.

[arterialtrees]

adrienne rich

[threebigolsausages-deactivated2]

*having sex*

partner: how does that feel?

me [checking my mood ring]: uh… normal/cool

[grass--stains]

“Something Bright, Then Holes,” by Maggie Nelson

[luthienne]

…but it’s not easy being quiet and good, it’s like hanging on to the edge of a bridge when you’ve already fallen over; you don’t seem to be moving, just dangling there, and yet it is taking all your strength.

Margaret Atwood, from Alias Grace (via luthienne)

[sangfroidwoolf]

[gnossienne]

sangfroidwoolf:

Vita Sackville-West reading at Sissinghurst Castle, date unknown.

[worshipgifs]

Ursula K. Le Guin

[unlikethestory-blog]

Stop swelling u little shit

[arterialtrees]

“To try to write love is to confront the muck of language; that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive (by the limitless expansion of the ego, by emotive submersion) and impoverished (by the codes on which love diminishes and levels it).” ― Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments

[aquitainequeen]

“You go on. You just go on. There’s nothing more to it, and there’s no trick to make it easier. You just go on.” “And what do you find on the other side? When you go on?” “Your life again. What else?” “Is that a promise?” “It’s an inevitability. No trick. No choice. You just go on.

Memory, by Louis McMaster Bujold (via imonlybreathing)

[unlikethestory-blog]

pros: sexy???

cons: not allowed to lick my girl out for like two weeks; sexiness instantly negated by the fact that i’ve dribbled soup all over myself 

[unlikethestory-blog]

I just got my tongue pierced and everything is so difficult omfg

[unlikethestory-blog]

♀♀♀ Repping Irish women's reproductive rights at the #womensmarch today ♀♀♀ #repealthe8th 🇮🇪 (at U.S. Embassy London)

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[ma11ory]

Jenny Holzer, Living Series

[brokendildo]

*wipes phone screen on breast*

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

In my own person I am forced to know / How much must be forgotten out of love, / How much must be forgiven, even love.

W.H. Auden, from The English Auden: Poems, Essays & Dramatic Writings, 1927-1939; “Canzone,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[artessenziale]

Jean-Michel Basquiat

Bird On Money, 1981

Leeches, 1983

The Nile, 1983

[blueblackdream]

Kiki Smith, Ginzer, 2000