End of March

lehastings:

The White Deer designs

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dividetheskies:

Jean Paul Riopelle

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artschooly:

All works by Kiki Smith.

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I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.

Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized

that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.

― from We Were Emergencies - Buddy Wakefield

(Source: cartouche-dreams)

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(Source: fuckyeahladygaga)

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I know we like to advocate non-violence, and peaceful, mature conflict resolution, but some people really, really deserve to be punched in the face. Hard.

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Thinking of:

Dark Queens in rock castles, broken glass, girls in armour raising their swords in battle, hands drenched in blood, ruling over an iron age, throne rooms and consorts, never backing down, never giving up, never going down without a fight, warrior women, bows and arrows aimed true, horses drenched in sweat, long winding roads under moonlight, kingdoms expanding faster than armies, Queens loved, Queens feared, wise and kind and unbending, without mercy, untameable wildlings.

Saint Sebastian  - Giuseppe Giorgetti, c. 1671

(Source: webissance)

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This is a day for:

trashy music / wet footprints on cement / dirty pools / rolled up sleeves / sweaty foreheads / bright lipsticks / balconies / grass-stained knees / teenage stories / sun-drenched rooftops / car rides / vanilla-smelling cigarettes / painting nails garish colours / love bites / alcohol / ear-marked books / punch-you-out-cold poetry / rapid breathing.

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I do not know
how to write
jealousy 

Water Serpents I, Gustav Klimt (Detail, c. 1904-07)

(Source: descroissants)

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Writing lesson learned today:

If you had a whole plan, and then suddenly it doesn’t really work like you wanted it to anymore, and you pull at your hair to try and figure out how to make it work, and you cling and cling and cling, and it makes you very anxious, then at one point you just have to let go. Change the plan, cut it short, make it longer, whatever. Just let it go.

I feel so much better now.

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Anonymous: Do you have a certain place you like to write? Kind of like Roald Dahl's little shed in his orchard, not comparing you to Roald Dahl, unless you find that flattering?

it would be SUPER flattering, thank you very much :)

Um, right now I just live in a tiny apartment with very little space. One day I would love to have my own little stood-office though, somewhere.

For now, I write sitting at the little breakfast table in my kitchen with the windows open. Sometimes I switch it up and write in the living room or in bed (beside the bathroom, these are the only rooms in the apartment so…).
I often do it with soft music on, or either with just the humming of the refrigerator for company.  

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valscrapbook:

Le Brocquy, Louis (1916-2012) - 1940 Study for a Picnic

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