superfluous sincerity

My heart drowns in its own superfluous sincerity.

elartistaguapisimo:

so 90s it physically hurts

elartistaguapisimo:

so 90s it physically hurts

(Source: 7hc, via pizza)

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the shape of things

trixclibrarian:

in my dream
the light is creamy
flowing and moves like water
with gold amber bled soft edges
too thick for sound the beat vibrates

where we are at once diving then
surfacing to immerse the uncovering

washed clean with our old names
mere emollient rubbed in
elixir of the particular

grace draws a clumsy
gulping breathing
body of love

round

ladydragonslair:

Nightingale’s SongInspired by:http://comahony.com/post/69849744911/caged-nightingaleThanks, cnomahony
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aflytoldme:

Hands are all dirty

aflytoldme:

Hands are all dirty

calms:

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precaire:

(by aaaamandaaaa)

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wolfcrown:

“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene

(Source: beautilation, via drowning-thoughtss)