the melon seller of kabul by tilo driessen on Flickr.
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oh hi jesse
They found me passed out in the back of the universe.
get into water
i really like to be picked up and carried
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Tourmaline in Quartz
you have GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!
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I’m about to go to the water..i need to see waves….there was so much energy in the city last night…everything was buzzing…the past week my mind has been on a psychic rampage…i have been playing marco polo with vibes…
Posy ring with pictogram inscription, ‘Two hands, one heart, Till death us part.’ Made in England in the 17th century (source).
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It is not easy to be this hard. I have spent years growing my sour mouth and ticking tongue. Again, again, and again, I have thrown myself chin-up onto a cutting block, handed whoever was closest a knife, and called it love. Though I try now to soften my mouth and sing desire easily again, my lips stay hard. They want to bruise, they want to stain. They curse like bullets, even when I put down my gun. It is not easy teaching yourself to let go. Not when your defenses are hard-earned. Not when your mouth is a lake that threatens to drown those who get too close to you. He said, “I think love is the moment you look at them and realize you will ruin each other, but still kiss them.” I listened, but I didn’t kiss him back. — I Think Love Is | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)