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Suzanne takes you down to her place BY (near) the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night FOREVER (beside her) And you know that she's half crazy AND (But) that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her (then) She gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look BETWEEN (Among) the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning, LEANING out for love And they will lean that way forever

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queen

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People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.

Abraham Hicks (via erraticintrovert)

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pretties

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Since Feeling Is First

Since feeling is first

who pays any attention

to the syntax of things

will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool

while Spring is in the world

my blood approves.

and kisses are a better fate

than wisdom

lady I swear by all flowers. Don't cry

-the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then

laugh, leaning back in my arms

for life's not a paragraph

And death I think is no parathesis

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Nevertheless, life is pleasant, life is tolerable. Tuesday follows Monday; then comes Wednesday. The mind grows rings; the identity becomes robust; pain is absorbed in growth. Opening and shutting, shutting and opening, with increasing hum and sturdiness, the haste and fever of youth are drawn into service until the whole being seems to expand in and out like the mainspring of a clock. How fast the stream flows from January to December! We are swept on by the torrent of things grown so familiar that they cast no shadow. We float, we float…"

~ Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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hehe

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Céline F/W 13

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Night moves

ultra sensuallllllllllllllllll