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I have wrung my hands and cried over no love all winter long.

Anne Sexton - from a letter to James Dickey featured in Anne Sexton: A Biography

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Untitled Blue Monochrome (1957), Yves Klein / Tahitian Ambrosia Maker, The Mountain Goats

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Keaton Henson // Plate for throwing in arguments

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My body is burning with the shame of not belonging; my body is longing.

Warsan Shire, excerpt of Conversations about Home (via antigonick)

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Somewhere Autumn 2014

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Photo: Sophie Wright for So it Goes

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Proteus, Cy Twombly. 1984.

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Cy Twombly, Untitled, 1985. / Acrylic tempera, oil paint, coloured pencil, lead pencil on paper and on wooden panel

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Wim Wenders, Nastassja Kinski in “Paris, Texas”, 1984

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Chan Marshall of Cat Power leaning over to kiss Bill Callahan, then in the band Smog. Photographed some time in the mid-nineties.

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dvomjesečna karavana očaja izbrazdana kraterima nelagode i regresije napokon pometena loše artikuliranim istinama na lošem mjestu u usrano vrijeme uz prebučni trance i pivo koje pada iz mojih šapa vukodlaka napokon odnesena s vjetrom, napokon mi je dano da ove jeseni bar malo prodišem jer čitava dva mjeseca bila sam samo čekanje tebe (prvi put nakon tri godine da me uopće išta-) a ti si od početka already gone i nije da nisam kužila (ja sam samo mali crni jesenji mazohist pa sam gurala nešto kvalitetne protokolarne autosabotaže) vjerojatno ti trebam zahvaliti za probavu nepogrešivu kao švicarski sat, ništa se nije zadržavalo jer kad su stvari dosljedno loše, makar i u intervalima, nelagoda u stomaku vjerni je drug osim tih kratkih trenutaka kada bi polako blijedilo jutro u kojem se budimo skupa i rješavamo matematičke zadatke, ti u svojim crnim boksericama i lica koje se napokon ne mršti (kao inače), tih ritualnih sat dva prije nego netko mora otići dalje, tijekom kojih pijemo čaj (kod tebe), kavu (kod mene) i gledamo u prozore (kod tebe) ili jedno u drugo (kod mene), ponekad nešto isklizne iz rutine, bude malo bolje, mumljamo jedno drugom u prsa i tražimo neke čili papričice po placu ili ti salutiram na rastanku ali dovoljno su mi puta otišla koljena u kurac od tvoje tamne i nepristupačne vibre i te agonije što nikako ne postoji relacija dodir zajedničkost samo neki plastični ti kojeg za mene ni na koji način nema agonije što ne mogu ništa protiv toga- već neko vrijeme izlazi sve to polako i čisto i jednostavno kroz moje pore, sa znojem dok vježbam jogu, sa zrakom koji izlazi iz pluća prije nego nakratko zanijemim i prestanem disati, negdje vani, s toplinom dok me hvata nesvjestica u prevrućem uredu, u prevrućoj kuhinji, s kratkim i škrtim suzicama posvuda - na poslu, ujutro uz doručak, na povratku doma izlazi i jako je prehodivo ali jebemu, dva mjeseca rastura i kopanja tupim nožem između rebara vrijede bar jednu lošu pjesmu

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have you ever craved someone? not in a sexual way, but you just wanted to hear the sound of their voice or feel the warmth of their body

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It’s easy to feel uncared for when people aren’t able to communicate and connect with you in the way you need. And it’s so hard not to internalize that silence as a reflection on your worth. But the truth is that the way other people operate is not about you. Most people are so caught up in their own responsibilities, struggles, and anxiety that the thought of asking someone else how they’re doing doesn’t even cross their mind. They aren’t inherently bad or uncaring — they’re just busy and self-focused. And that’s okay. It’s not evidence of some fundamental failing on your part. It doesn’t make you unloveable or invisible. It just means that those people aren’t very good at looking beyond their own world. But the fact that you are — that despite the darkness you feel, you have the ability to share your love and light with others — is a strength. Your work isn’t to change who you are; it’s to find people who are able to give you the connection you need. Because despite what you feel, you are not too much. You are not too sensitive or too needy. You are thoughtful and empathetic. You are compassionate and kind. And with or without anyone’s acknowledgment or affection, you are enough.

Daniell Koepke (via ohhhkat)