April 23, 2014


Our bodies are crowded
with the pieces of other people.

From Historiography for the Body by Allison Titus (via hush-syrup)

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In the morning, in no rush
to collect your clothes or dress,
you come close and, in a whisper,
finish off in words
what your right hand left half-said
in the middle of the night.

- Peregrine

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amyvdh:

A Night at the Opera, 1935

Off to work

(Source: howardkeel)

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Her own love or her own looks
stems from her lips. They’re a soft bow,
a fuller lower and an upper dip
she likes to highlight with a creamy matte
in neutral shades of plum or coral.
And then below, her neck holds a hollow
for other lips to breath into,
to raze against and press into
and kiss.

- Peregrine

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bienenkiste:

"The most part of you". Antonia Wesseloh by Jaime Rubiano & Jason Last for Garage Magazine

bienenkiste:

"The most part of you". Antonia Wesseloh by Jaime Rubiano & Jason Last for Garage Magazine

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artemisdreaming:

Femme assise
Marie Ventadour HERE

artemisdreaming:

Femme assise

Marie Ventadour HERE

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