VENUS AS A BOY


heart of a dragon


Then you’ll leave 

And I’ll be right 

There is something deeply wrong with me

blairwitchapologist:

heavensickness:

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Magnolias are so ancient plants that almost every other plant and insect who came to being around the same time as them has gone extinct by now. They are the loneliest plants in this world. Does anybody understand how much grief it gives me that the symbolic flower of Kuras is magnolia.

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may i please direct your attention to the poem dinosaurs smelled magnolias by dalton day!!!!!

nemfrog:

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“Section of a dew-laden orb-web. (Magnified.)” The Popular science monthly. May 1890.

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soracities:

(and I think silently:  love is a bow-string pulled  back to the point of breaking).ALT

Marina Tsvetaeva, excerpt from Poem of the End, Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Angela Livingstone) [ID’d]

cosmicanger:

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I succumb to The Feeling

Not your being

And definitely not your perfect, golden hands


“Open your eyes”

As a bead of sweat falls from your temple into my mouth

It taste so sweet I laugh

weepingwidar:

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Sarah Thibault (American, 1980) - Volcano (2023)

He infiltrates my dreams

And I feel delirious

I am going to swim through this feeling

And wring myself dry of it like a towel

Wet and heart shaped on the concrete

My love soaked up by the sun

Once again purified, to rain down on someone with their eager mouth open to my sky

zegalba:

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Georgia O'Keeffe: Narcissa’s last Orchid (1940)

stanleyscubrick:

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A Burst of Light, Audre Lorde

I’ve missed you so much

The vintage leather bag you gave me — I took it to Europe

On my adventure it carried all my necessities, my safety

When I kissed him, he had his arms around me

Around the bag, to keep it protected from pickpockets

My safety, my safety

soracities:

And yes, oh, my God, yes, I am speaking to you. I am lately speaking to you so often. We talk every morning. I kneel and I address you and I offer myself and I ask you for so much. And in the evening, I do it again. I'd tear out my rib and give it back to you, if I could.ALT

Chase Berggrun, “Addressable Thou”, pub. The Brooklyn Rail [ID’d]

fionaapplerocks:

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You say you don’t spook easy
You won’t go, but I know
And I pray that yo
u will

Mum said “I love you” the other night, unprompted

I had gone over for dinner after work

I told J this and she said

“She’s getting old”

I will remember that unassuming night forever