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lovemeorlovemycloset · 15 hours
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“(…) to look at something is to fill your whole life with it, if only briefly.”
— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
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“Your eyes remain my riches and my home.”
— Saadi Youssef, from ‘Drowsiness’, Without an Alphabet, Without a Face: Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)
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lovemeorlovemycloset · 16 hours
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isnt it amazing that we’re able to smell someones presence… like when they walk through the hall a moment before you do and their perfume lingered. or when you walk into someones room in the morning and there is a soft scent of sleep in the air. when you borrow someones clothes and find out it smells like them because theyve been in that before. when someone gets fresh warm pastries and the aroma hits you first before you can find them. when you walk into someones home and youre greeted with a very specific smell. when you hug someone and their perfume catches onto your clothes etc etc
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"You don’t have to have it all figured out to move forward." - Unknown
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Anne Carson, The Beauty of the Husband: A Fictional Essay in 29 Tangos
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March 1, 1928 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977
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Brigitte Bardot drinking a glass of milk, c.1959
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Sasha Waltz, Dido & Aeneas (2005)
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I love Jayne Mansfield.
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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from The Most Foreign Country; “Sky”
[Text ID: “I think of your face and of you and of your hands and / of the scratch of your pen and of you”]
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lovemeorlovemycloset · 16 hours
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“Loved his interior world, his interior wilderness, that primal forest inside him, where among decayed treetrunks his heart stood, light-green. Loved.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Third Elegy,” Duino Elegies, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. Stephen Mitchell  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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I came from a softer place.
— Alice Munro, from “A Wilderness Station,” Open Secrets: Stories (Vintage, 1995)
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Marisa Mell in Violent Blood Bath / Pena de muerte (dir. Jorge Grau - 1973).
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Olivia Hussey photographed by Barry Bregman, c. 1974.
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Louis Icart: Butterfly (1940)
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Dancing in the streets, by Anne Liggett (Underground Press Syndicate), 1969.
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