lotus eater
heart like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas. heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

"We have not touched the stars,
nor are we forgiven, which brings us back
to the hero’s shoulders and the
gentleness that comes,
not from the absence of violence,
but despite the abundance of it."

Richard Siken (via owenselliots)


Xiao Yang - Love Letter (2014)


Cherry Cola Lime by Petra Shrieves

"look at you
you’re so beautiful when you laugh
at night i swear you look like you could swallow the stars
or at least swallow the scars
and stories of the women who came before you.

see how your hair torments the sky
thick curls that blot out the sun
eclipsing the city into the hue
of your grandfathers
midnight skin.

your father wanted to name you
after a wet season
he wanted to explain
why the rain falls;
just so that it can taste your skin
dip into your collar bone
drip down your shoulder blades
and on rare occasions when no one is looking
and your head is tilted back,
rush into your open mouth.

for women like you
death comes in the body of a lustful man,
and the earth can’t want to bury itself
inside you.

look at you,
cloaked in god’s skin.
only in his name could you exist so bright."

Warsan Shire,poem to self. and other insecure women.” (via lifeinpoetry)


Ubiquitous, 2009 by Naoko Ito


Simon Harsent - White Water, 2013

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