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To The One Whom I Wake To

Circle me again

do not stop

let your hand find my thumb beneath the sheets

and let it close, and find in me a home

let your scent come to me as I come to

like a memory, like a stone

.

Circle me, darling

bring your body closer

push your weight into me

and let it become my own

for I have waited out the long night

and now I cannot be alone

.

Circle me

bury your secrets into my neck

let your whispers be more than words

and let them loose and let them roam

let your kisses come swiftly but linger long

like our love, and like our song

Or like the Melbourne winter

if our love were gone…


A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
Arthur Rimbaud  (via thatkindofwoman)

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rebelheartscouture:

Shannan Click wears Chanel, s/s 2008, photographed by Mert Alas & Marcus Piggott for W Magazine, March 2008.

rebelheartscouture:

Shannan Click wears Chanel, s/s 2008, photographed by Mert Alas & Marcus Piggott for W Magazine, March 2008.

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asylum-art:

Eyvind Earle

Eyvind Earle (April 26, 1916 – July 20, 2000) was an American artist, author and illustrator, noted for his contribution to the background illustration and styling of Disney animated films in the 1950s. He began his prolific career at the age of ten when his father, Ferdinand Earle, gave him a challenging choice: read 50 pages of a book or paint a picture every day. Earle choose both.

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pixography:

Ernesto Arrisueno

Born in Peru, Ernesto Arrisueno completed a Bachelor of Architecture, after receiving numerous prizes for architectural drawing. Moving to Australia in 1989, his work blends memories of the dry barren landscape of Peru with new visions drawn from Australian life. Figures and objects are juxtaposed with beautifully rendered building fragments. Concepts from his imagination are presented with the crisp reality of symbolic realism.

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I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.
Delicious Ambiguity.
Gilda Radner (via feellng)

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Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
Jonathan Safran FoerExtremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via feellng)

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Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.
Mary Rakow (via corophagia)

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hierarchical-aestheticism:

Paul BergonDiana

hierarchical-aestheticism:

Paul Bergon
Diana

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