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summer has me feeling like a wild horse at the gate

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CLAUDE CAHUN / “UNTITLED” / 1939 [gelatin silver print | U/D]

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Tracey Emin

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Juergen Teller, Sigmund Freud's Couch

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The tears of Eros by Georges Bataille

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Francisco Bores - Femmes au canapé (1934)

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Vilhelm Hammershøi, oil on canvas, 60 x 82,2 cm, 

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When God appears in the dark, there's no laughter or ardor or devotion or love, there's nothing on your face or in your heart, not a shudder, not a movement. The body sees nothing, the eyes of the soul open up. The body rests and sleeps, stays speechless and motionless. All the acts of friendship God has vouchsafed me, numerous and indescribable, and his sweetness and gifts and words and operations, all this is small when placed next to Him whom I see in the vastness of the dark.

Angela of Foligno

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“If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much that you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.”

— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from  “Women who Run with the Wolves,” c. 1992 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Burial in the desert, Cairo, c. 1904.

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Orpheus 1950

Jean Cocteau

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François Emile Barraud La Luronne 1930