September 18, 2014


Now comes the night,
already used by half the world
who left it full of dreams
and smelling of exotic sex.
Is it any wonder I can’t sleep,
and when I do I dream
of odd places and hard ways
to love you till our bodies smell
of ancient lands and desires
as old as flesh itself.

Peregrine

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You have to be odd to be number one.

Dr. Seuss

This changed me

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(Source: lsd-soaked-tampon)

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Love leaves us lying on our sides,
two stones, drying in the sun.

The skin of your hip is smooth
and curves everywhere away
like river rock loved well.

The scent of the river—
the scent of you loving me
and me loving you—
is baking into our stone flesh.

Peregrine

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theantidote:

Ganesha statues at The Chedi Club, Bali (by Romulo Rejon)
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theantidote:

Ganesha statues at The Chedi Club, Bali (by Romulo Rejon)

(via buffleheadcabin:)

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global-fashions:

Adwoa Aboah - Teen Vogue September 2014
photo by Daniel Jackson

global-fashions:

Adwoa Aboah - Teen Vogue September 2014

photo by Daniel Jackson

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