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Art exists because life is not enough.

—  Ferreira Gullar (via commegetdesdick)

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Scratch Massive - Take me there ft. Jimmy Somerville 

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For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.

You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.

You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.

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Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics (After Marty McConnel)

Beautiful like Baudelaire’s Moon Benefits

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Sometimes I get so wrapped up in dramatics and my own thoughts that I forget that I am a person, like with a body. That I exist to other people, differently than I exist to myself.

# thoughts from the shower 

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We’re all sinking in the same boat here. We’re all bored and desperate and waiting for something to happen. Waiting for life to get better. Waiting for things to change. Waiting for that one person to finally notice us. We’re all waiting. But we also need to realize that we all have the power to make those changes for ourselves.

—  Susane Colasanti, Waiting for You (via larmoyante)

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pizzzatime:

lepasau-dela: Stan Brakhage, Reflections on Black (1955)

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I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.

—  To be good, to save nothing (x)

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And how odd it is
to be haunted by someone
that is still alive.

—  I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

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hellanne:

by Leanne Surfleet

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