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And the scouring griefs,
don’t look at them all or they’ll kill you, you can barely encompass your own;
I’m saying I know all about you, whoever you are, it’s spring
and it’s starting again, the longing that begins, and begins, and begins.
Kim Addonizio, from “Onset” (via growing-orbits)
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What happened, happened once. So now it’s best
in memory — an orange he sliced: the skin
unbroken, then the knife, the chilled wedge
lifted to my mouth, his mouth, the thin
membrane between us, the exquisite orange,
tongue, orange, my nakedness, and his,
the way he pushed me up against the fridge —
Now I get to feel his hands again, the kiss
that didn’t last, but sent some neural twin
flashing wildly through the cortex. Love’s
merciless, the way it travels on
and keeps emitting light. Beside the stove
we ate an orange. And there were purple flowers
on the table. And we still had hours.
Kim Addonizio, Stolen Moments (via grammatolatry)

Love this poem.

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I relate to this.


I relate to this.

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coming soon. 🐇🌸
 (at 809 haus)

coming soon. 🐇🌸
(at 809 haus)


Pineapple Remixes 2014
Elise Mesner Photography


Pineapple Remixes 2014

Elise Mesner Photography

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fuckin Joel

fuckin Joel

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Temporary wet weather signage recently placed in various Sydney locations.

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Claude Monet’s house by Jane Gottlieb

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