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merelybone · 2 months
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“I'd cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I'd write love poems to the parts of yourself you can't stand. I'd stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I'm not afraid of your dark.”
// Andrea Gibson, Slip Your Mind
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merelybone · 2 months
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what i really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. from the latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the old french to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. to be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.
— ocean vuong, from on earth we're briefly gorgeous
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merelybone · 2 months
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self-portraits by sybil gray
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merelybone · 1 year
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“I fall asleep whispering “I am safer alone I am safer alone I am safer alone I am safer alone" […] Forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck.”
— Clementine von Radics, from James (via unpetalled)
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merelybone · 1 year
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Hubert Robert, Figures Walking up a Monumental Staircase (details)
18th century
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merelybone · 1 year
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i don’t feel at home in this world anymore
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merelybone · 2 years
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it would be stupid to want something i can’t have. why would i torture myself like that?
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merelybone · 2 years
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the question is always, “do i want a child?” when it should be, “would a child want me?”
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merelybone · 2 years
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when i tell a man my body is soft and scarred, that my breasts sag, that my flesh has belonged to others before him, it’s not to be self-deprecating. i’m letting him know my body may not be up to his standards, and in this way i learn whether he is up to mine.
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merelybone · 2 years
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I want time to be quiet. I want a week where there’s nothing expected of me. I want some light snowfall. I want a home I can rearrange the furniture with every season. To bring friends over to be warmed by the fireplace. I want to paint the walls. I want to curl into you until I feel my hurt fall asleep. I want to pluck rosemary from the windowsill. I want to feel comfort again. I want so much space in my heart for the light to fill.
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merelybone · 2 years
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what’s a girl gotta do to get a love letter around here
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merelybone · 2 years
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photography by skogshymn
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merelybone · 2 years
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Mother and Son, Alexander Sokurov, 1997
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merelybone · 2 years
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merelybone · 2 years
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“to malign or judge a woman’s inherited physicality is to make generation after generation of anxious and neurotic women,” she says, “destroying a woman’s instinctive affiliation with her natural body cheats her of confidence,” she says, “angst about the body robs a woman in some large share of her creative life and her attention to other things,” she says, like the fracturing of women is just an unintended consequence, as if this hasn’t always been the goal.
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merelybone · 2 years
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I have two aspirations in life: to be beautiful and to be disgustingly overeducated.
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merelybone · 2 years
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there is a kinship to be found in reading books written by those who understand.
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