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februaryy:

Mathias Svalina

februaryy:

Mathias Svalina

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(Source: ebsl)

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ourvaluedcustomers:

To his friend…

ourvaluedcustomers:

To his friend…

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comicallyvintage:

Mean Girls. Infuriating, but you still would just the once, wouldn’t you?

comicallyvintage:

Mean Girls. Infuriating, but you still would just the once, wouldn’t you?

Jan
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1937 La femme qui pleure avec mouchoir III | Pablo Picasso

1937 La femme qui pleure avec mouchoir III | Pablo Picasso

(Source: artloverrr, via xpsychichearts)

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rebelrebelbatcat:

Witchvibes Wednesday.

AH.

rebelrebelbatcat:

Witchvibes Wednesday.

AH.

(Source: scottmove, via modernistwitch)

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theairtightgarage:

Moebius did a cover for Samuel R Delany in 1975? I… I think I’m having a moment.

theairtightgarage:

Moebius did a cover for Samuel R Delany in 1975? I… I think I’m having a moment.

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popjellyfish:

This guy

popjellyfish:

This guy

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comicallyvintage:

He’s Underlined My Favorite Sonnet!

Sonnet 4Ah when you drift hover before you  kissMore my mouth yours now, lips grow more to mineTeeth click,  suddenly your tongue like a mulled wineSlides fire, —- I wonder  what the point of life is.Do, down this night when I adore you,  Lise,So I forsake the blest assistant shineOf deep-laid maps I  made for summits, swine-enchanted lover, loafing in the abyss?Loaf  hardly, while my nerves dance, while the galemoans like your hair  down here.  But I lie still,Strengthless and smiling under a maenad  rule.Whose limbs worked once, whose imagination’s grailMany or  some would nourish, must now I fillMy strength with desire, my cup  with your tongue,      no more Melpomene’s, but Erato’s fool? . .

JOHN BERRYMAN

comicallyvintage:

He’s Underlined My Favorite Sonnet!


Sonnet 4

Ah when you drift hover before you kiss
More my mouth yours now, lips grow more to mine
Teeth click, suddenly your tongue like a mulled wine
Slides fire, —- I wonder what the point of life is.
Do, down this night when I adore you, Lise,
So I forsake the blest assistant shine
Of deep-laid maps I made for summits, swine-
enchanted lover, loafing in the abyss?

Loaf hardly, while my nerves dance, while the gale
moans like your hair down here.  But I lie still,
Strengthless and smiling under a maenad rule.
Whose limbs worked once, whose imagination’s grail
Many or some would nourish, must now I fill
My strength with desire, my cup with your tongue,
      no more Melpomene’s, but Erato’s fool? . .

JOHN BERRYMAN