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c-ubby · 8 years ago
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Playa Roja, Peru
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c-ubby · 8 years ago
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Dawn with arms of roses
Sappho, from fragment 58, tr. by Anne Carson (via mirroir)
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c-ubby · 8 years ago
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by Giuseppe Basile / src: Dolores Sampol
from ggiorgione flickr user according to TinEye
if anyone can provide info, please let me know. Thanks!
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c-ubby · 8 years ago
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Lee Miller :: Siwa, Egypt, 1937./ src: D. Sampol
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c-ubby · 8 years ago
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Sealing together. Closing every gap. Breathing each other like an ocean we have thought a long time of, and missed.
Eimear McBride, from The Lesser Bohemians (via luthienne)
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c-ubby · 8 years ago
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c-ubby · 8 years ago
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Nazaré, Portugal | by Victor Carvalho
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c-ubby · 8 years ago
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from Fever 103° by Sylvia Plath
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c-ubby · 8 years ago
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getting ready to bloom
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c-ubby · 8 years ago
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Maui, Tayler
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c-ubby · 8 years ago
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At dawn she wakes, his hand on her ankle.   That working man thumb pinched round the pale of her foot. His mouth & head shiny, open, empty.
- addison namnoum, from “Hairshirt.” Published by Off the Coast, 2016.
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c-ubby · 8 years ago
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Coastal Landscape in Moonlight
Eilif Peterssen - 1898
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c-ubby · 8 years ago
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God is a city overflowing with fists.
Jacqui Germain, from “After St. Louis, God,” When the Ghosts Come Ashore
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c-ubby · 8 years ago
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wind runs through the pines outside when she asks for gold—i am in mourning; i listen to her, i remove the chain from her mouth, it’s wet, she continues talking, puts the wisp of hair behind her ear, presses her finger; i touch her face (dreaming), she, with no afterthought, shuts her cave eyes, i lean in to feel her skin, then kiss her forehead; she is mute, waits—breathes, puts her hand over my chest, my thumping heart gives it all away, she smiles, comes close to my coal lips.
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