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When John Steinbeck said “but I do feel strange—almost unearthly. I'll never get used to being alive. It's a mystery; always startled to find I've survived.”

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Favourite Designs: Frieda Lepold "A Knights Dress" Haute Couture Gown

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They say the heart is a knife, what you love is what kills you.

So, I go through life not naming this. Love necessitates you to

be unabashed. You say nothing about the copper taste in your

mouth & swallow the shame, when you ask for morsels of love,

giving into your gluttony that you try and hide from the world.

I write about your hands because that’s all that I can manage,

soft extensions of light, I’d hang my hope in their storied palms.

I’m sorry I love like a stray dog. I want to walk the fire. I want to

live in a world that sings back. It’s the cost of the wanting &

receiving so little in return and being content with a meager life.

I coat my tongue with your name—how else do I make the blood

taste sweet?

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Martyr, Marc Burckhardt

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Cernunnos, sculpture en bronze de Christophe CHARBONNEL

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Michel Houellebecq, tr. Delphine Grass & Timothy Mathews

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— January 1, 1913 / Letters to Felice

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sometimes a theme recurs in your work without your permission. and sometimes it reaches a threshold where you're like. well now i think this is saying something about me against my will. don't know what though

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Babs, Ianthe, Corona.

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i have been with a man for almost 20 years, almost exclusively. there are a few tangents spindling their way off into the ether from that locus.

i miss women. terribly. i dream of drowning, and i ache.

gendered lines blur in a way that cannot be satisfied in this life.

i should've fucked you years ago.

i am a new thing. i can't begin to define it, am only just discovering it. i need to sink.

i need to sink.

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💔…

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when e.e. cummings said “i’ll live my life if it kills me”

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(from Don Quixote)

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Cours, petit lapin. Cours.

Kaybid

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Spin Cycle. Oil on canvas, 8 x 10"

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I was so convinced you were special. I was lying to myself, and god I’m such a good fucking liar that the truth I know, I know, still devastates. You’re just like the rest of them, just as ugly on the inside.