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— Margaret Atwood, We Are Hard from Power Politics: Poems (via lunamonchtuna)
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— Clementine Von Radics, from Courtney Love Prays to Oregon (via lunamonchtuna)
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darkestinfactuation · 3 years
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Berrington Hall.
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Illustration from ‘Book of Death’ series, Kay Nielsen, 1911
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darkestinfactuation · 3 years
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Let's follow the river. Follow and listen to her songs hushed by the wind and creatures surrounding. The way she twists and ripples with gravity dragging her down. Hold my hand and know that right now we are who we choose to be. Nothing is impossible, the farther it seems the closer we actually are. Let's appreciate the little things the river shows us, like how she led us to each other.
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darkestinfactuation · 3 years
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Danielle Frankel Studio
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Wallace Polsom, The World Is a Harsh Mistress (2020), paper collage, 18.7 x 26.3 cm.
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darkestinfactuation · 3 years
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i want to be a part of a knit-tight friendship group where we translate papers into greek for fun, jumble latin into sentences, stay up till 3 am highly-caffeinated doing jigsaws, scribbling poetry in biro on public spaces, driving anywhere with no decided destination, using darling and sweetheart but platonically. i want it so bad it physically hurts.
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the transitional state between spring and summer; blooming to burning, rain dew to gold hue, stay with me through everskies and hellfires too.
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You can find the real art in streets.
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Moonrise, 1885, by Henri Harpignies (French, 1819-1916)
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Horse attacked by a lion, Theodore Gericault
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Illustration from ‘Book of Death’ series, Kay Nielsen, 1911
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darkestinfactuation · 3 years
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The mist of the night blinds the one who wish not to know, but lifts the ones who seek out their knowledge. The dark mute tones of tapestry are rough and smooth against our skin. The leather bindings that protects centuries of words spoken by the greatest of greats, indulge us further into our unhealthy obsession. We can't stop and we won't, this our escape the reality we will convince ourselves is real but know the true terms. We'll run away from responsibilities and chase this feeling of freedom forever and always.
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