Felix Vallotton
"If love did not exist,
I would be so goddamn sane.
My poems would be billboards.
Suburbia would be enough.
I would not have to gut myself
to find my spine crushed into powder
and brushed on her cheek bones.
My hair would not be a humming bird’s nest.
My mind would not have to move this fast
just to rest."
I would be so goddamn sane.
My poems would be billboards.
Suburbia would be enough.
I would not have to gut myself
to find my spine crushed into powder
and brushed on her cheek bones.
My hair would not be a humming bird’s nest.
My mind would not have to move this fast
just to rest."
Andrea Gibson, Staircase (via weight-of-her)
Murray Fredericks - Salt 271, 2010, digital pigment print on cotton rag, 120 x 150 cm, edition of 7
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"And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love."
Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love (via alunit)
