and these are lips, Thabile Makue
[ Text ID: lonely could rot your teeth / lost love may make you sick ]
“This silence closes my mouth and twists my heart. I love you, I love you in vain, alone, in a terrible cold.”
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Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, August 16, 1949 [#84]
(via acknowledgetheabsurd)
Gregory Orr, Concerning The Book That Is The Body Of The Beloved
Benoît Maire Image du futur actuel, 2020 Photo et courtesy de l’artiste © ADAGP, Paris, 2020
violentwavesofemotion-deactivat
“I have read your poems with my door locked late at night and I have read them on the seashore where I could look all round me and see no more sign of human life than the ships out at sea: and here I often found myself waking up from a reverie with the book open before me. I love all poetry, and high generous thoughts make the tears rush to my eyes, but sometimes a word or a phrase of yours takes me away from the world around me and places me in an ideal land surrounded by realities more than any poem I ever read.”
Bram Stoker, from a letter to Walt Whitman written c. February 1872
who else up thinking about outbreaks by kitchen mckeown
AND SHE WITH HER MANY MOUTHS SAYS NOTHING!!!
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lying across the autopsy table all by yourself, gorgeous?
From Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another by Jan Heller Levi (via hush-syrup)
Michael Cunningham
Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind
[Text ID: “I never fought back, I learned how to cry silently, I bore my sins.”]
Jenny Hart: This Work Never Ends (2002) hand embroidery on salvaged cotton
