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"There’s something mystical in the gradual
decline. Like somehow I’m always trying
not to lose it in a Walgreen’s. So profoundly
unstable in a phone booth by the sea. I’m calling out
to the water, to weather, the graceless weight
of days."
Dillon J. Welch, “Confessional Poem (Please, Please),” published in Jellyfish  (via honeychurch)
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likeafieldmouse:

Addie Wagenknecht
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Köln - 03/2014 II
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"I’ve always wanted to be liked. It grieved me that I was treated with indifference. Left an orphan by Fortune, I wanted—like all orphans—to be the object of someone’s affection. This need has always been a hunger that went unsatisfied, and so thoroughly have I adapted to this inevitable hunger that I sometimes wonder if I really feel the need to eat.Whatever be the case, life pains me."
Fernando Pessoa (via blackestdespondency)
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dansworks:

Los Ojos Closed, 44x32in, oil on canvas, 2011
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chamanka:

vivipiuomeno: Framed legs, Man Ray, 1930
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postsmatch:

posts match - transparent
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daphnean:

venusblu by Black Napkin on Flickr.
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miss-catastrofes-naturales:

Silvia Grav
Bird
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chamanka:

etund: Marcel Duchamp and Bronia Perlmutter, 1924. Photo by Man Ray.
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"There he held the mirror of Life, upside-down. I looked into it and saw myself. In the mirror, I was nothing but a large skull. Thick black clouds lowered over my head. They were funeral hearses for my smothered dreams."
Renzo Novator (via blackestdespondency)
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