Reason made him flee from reason

Bunch, 2012
Diane Scherer
22:32"[She bites God in the wrist]" — stage direction from Artaud’s The Jet of Blood  (via mirroir)

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22:27"I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can’t imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven’t been." — Raymond Carver, Where I’m Calling From: New and Selected Stories (via whyallcaps)

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Girls bein nice to other girls! Hell yeah

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Houses at Auvers (detail) ~ Vincent van Gogh

Paulus Theodorus van Brussel
Flowers in a Vase, detail

Assaf Dayan & Anjelica Huston photographed by David Bailey for Vogue September 1969 


Trends women should avoid 2014: men’s opinions.

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23:20"Baby doll, rabbit-knees and lips. How to interrupt the tongue of a bridge and not taste the water. How to crack the lights and slip into these walls. Baby doll, five knuckled, two ringed, one mouthed, silk fucked and mean. Ocean big as her thighs. Ocean big as her name. Maybe stones sharp as her neck. Maybe the rise of a crest. All those burning fields, and her fingers were kissing softly, waiting softly." — Yasmin Belkhyr, Olive  (via wildflowerveins)

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Joseph Mallord William Turner, Snow Storm - Steam-Boat off a Harbour’s Mouth (Exhibited 1842)
08:07"Talking, kisses, warm hands and talk of breasts, soft and tender and hard strongness. Creative play and light laughter and warm richness, ineffable richness flooding where from? Not just sex, not just familiarity, but partly. Because there has been cold, sterile, desperate devouring, and not this warm, full, flowing over in loving laughter. Food and nourishment, replenishing the beaten blue and black mind and bodies, desiring more, yet somehow satisfying even without fulfilling. Each an outlet for the other." — Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)

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From Lifeguard Station 26 / #15, 1999by John Humble