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strange
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Adjective
Unusual or surprising in a way that is unsettling or hard to understand.
Not previously visited, seen, or encountered; unfamiliar or alien: "she found herself in bed in a strange place".
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And I have stepped into your dream at night,
A stranger there, my body steeped in moonlight.
I watched you tremble, washed in all that silver.

Love, the stars have fallen into the garden
And turned to frost. They have opened like a hand.

written by Thomas James, from “Tom O’ Bedlam among the Sunflowers” (via awritersruminations)
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May 20th
دل به دل راه داره

There is telepathy between hearts.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem,
I whisper with my lips close to your ear.
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.
written by Walt Whitman, “To You” (via larmoyante)

baby—land:

And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

— Anna Akhmatova, You Will Hear Thunder, trans. D. M. Thomas

My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out, don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.
written by Andrea Gibson  (via fleurstains)
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May 20th
francoisrolandtruffaut: Françoise Dorléac in La Peau Douce - 1964
I wish to hold you; then drink stardust and say permanently ‘farewell.’
written by John Keats, Letters Of John Keats (via fleurstains)
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May 20th
antique-erotic: One of the lesser-known early 20th Century photographers capturing male beauty in the Mediterranean, Gaetano D’Agata often imitated the work of the more renowned Baron von Gloeden - not merely taking inspiration from his style, but even recreating poses. This 1910 photograph of a young man, on Ziretto mountain, Taormina, is clearly based upon ‘Cain’ by von Gloeden.
But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.
written by Margaret Atwood (via armsoreal)
But I do adore you — every part of you from heel to hair. Never will you shake me off, try as you may.
written by Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated May 1928 (via violentwavesofemotion)
To be flung into the sea, to be washed hither and thither, and driven about the roots of the world — the idea was incoherently delightful.
written by Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (via light-essence)
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May 19th
oh, girl among the roses on We Heart It - https://weheartit.com/entry/61796321/via/cCcoakleyYy Hearted from: http://oh-girl-among-the-roses.tumblr.com/post/50574493831
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May 19th
billowy: Ferdinando Scianna: Rome. Villa Borghese. 1963
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