A Deer In Nara| Samira I.

never kisses; all you send are petrol blue full stops...my aslan

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“I have resigned myself to understand that I belong to no one and everyone. I am not a person swimming in a vast ocean, but the ocean itself, as others swim in me.” —Jenn Satsune

illustration by Patryk Mogilnicki

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Harriet Lee-Merrion

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[wonderinnara]

chanting

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”Dreams in Cosmos”

Aleksey Litvishkov is a digital artist from Saint Petersburg, Russia.

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Luna tomando banho - work in progress.

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[jenniferhom]

[wonderinnara]

“Woman possesses the cosmic force of an element, an invincible force of destruction, like nature's. She is, in herself alone, all nature! Being the matrix of life, she is by that very fact the matrix of death - since it is from death that life is perpetually reborn, and since to annihilate death would be to kill life at its only fertile source.” ― Octave Mirbeau, The Torture Garden

[wonderinnara]

Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final

Rainer Maria Rilke

[wonderinnara]

My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

Charles Bukowski

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"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

Jonathan Safran Foer

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"This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.” _ Franz Kafka

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I ate it all; plastic, diamonds and sugar-coated arsenic as we danced in honey and sea-salt sprinkled laxative. Coral blossomed portraits in Rembrandt light; cheekbones high and fashionable. Snap! goes the moment; a photograph is time travel, like the light of dead stars painting us with their warm, titanic blood. Parasitic kaleidoscopes and psychotropic glow worms stop me dead in my tracks. Aphids sucking the red off a rose, but for beauty I will gladly feed my life into the mouths of rainbows; their technicolor teeth cutting prisms and smiling benevolently on the pallid hue of the working class hero.

 Mark Foster 

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In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood._Pablo Naruda

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“What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them,it sounds like lovely music…and people flock around the poet and say "sing gain soon”-that is, ‘my new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us,but the music, that is blissful

_ Soen Kierkegaard

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“Every man I knew went to bed with Gilda... and woke up with me.”_Rita Hayworth

[wonderinnara]

this is my letter to the world, that never wrote to me.

Emily Dickinson