May 2013
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Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.
– Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Poetry as Insurgent Art (via lordbyronismylover)
unironicgoth:
my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees
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The great tapestries of trees had darkened to ghosts back at the last edge of...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, “This Side of Paradise” (via seabois)
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I want us to become a language for euphoria,
an alphabet of limbs.
– Adonis, “Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea” (via rabbitinthemoon)