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hxlxgram:

the more you look at it the more things move
owelles:

Vertigo (1958)
sarkastickunt:

Samira Wiley
I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over all that beautiful.

“When I desire you a part of me is gone; your lack is my lack. I would not be in want of you unless you had partaken of me, the lover reasons. “A hole is being gnawed in [my] vitals” says Sappho. “You have snatched my lungs out of my chest,” and “pierced me right through the bones” says Archilochos. “You have worn me down,” (Alkman) “grated me away,” (Archilochos) “devoured my flesh,” (Archilochos) “sucked my blood,” (Theokritos) “mowed off my genitals,” (Archilochos) “stolen my reasoning mind” (Theognis).”

— Anne Carson, Eros: The Bittersweet. (via batarde)
snowce:

Gerhard Richter: Kl. Badende [Small Bather], 1994
subconsciousing:

lehroi:

sexyboy1998:

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