Your Eyes Blaze Out

Always when I rise to go, your eyes blaze out from a face gone wickedly pale. Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Paul Newman & Joanne Woodward shopping for books in New York, 1959.

📷 Gordon Parks

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ALAN JACKSON

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Akira Kusaka

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[ends-2-beginnings]

"Recollection"

© ︎ Akira Kusaka

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Afterward, we sleep, candles on a warming plate… soft against each other, breathing out the ancient scents of spent kisses and thorough sex, thrumming with the warm, steady pulse of love without a flame. - Peregrine

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[quotefeeling]

“I like how our hands seem to have their own conversations, apart from our mouths. I like how we tell things we can’t seem to say out loud. In these spaces between, our fingers meet and they fit. Perfectly. There were no walls. No secrets. I like how our hands knew how to be together at times we can’t seem to.”

— Dawn Lanuza

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Egyptian mold for a Heron (a bird associated with the sun, the annual flooding of the Nile, and the afterlife)

2nd - 1st century BCE (Ptolemaic period)

Walters Art Museum 22.284

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~pic peregrine, Visiting Monarch

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Parfois, après le rituel café d'après repas... la chose la plus importante de votre journée est le repos que vous prenez entre deux respirations profondes. ☕️

[dutchdude-71]

Sometimes, after the post-meal coffee ritual... the most important thing in your day is the rest you take between deep breaths. ☕️

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