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Russian Georgian Jew

For all the nervous handshaking, broken eye contact, and voiceless after-dinner walks, it is worth it. At last, you and I, kissing in vanilla moonlight  and not giving a damn about the other’s backstory. This late evening I reflect in the green of your eyes while overhead the lilac ceiling moves quietly by.

There are three other words as fulfilling and intimate as “I love you.” They are often overlooked for the more palatable, strawberry-marmalade sentimentality of the later. “I miss you” expresses humility and affection: it speaks to the letter-reader in a tender discourse that no Valentine’s will ever equal. To love, one fauns the physical and mental touch, but to miss is to admit the annihilated heaven of another’s absence. I do not want boys to love me, but I do need them to miss me (and I miss them).


 After the Bath, William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1875; (detail).
fehyesvintagemanga:

Hisashi Eguchi

today summed up 
qock:

Me in front of De Font de la Cascada at Parc de la Ciutadella in Barcelona with a little touch of Dalí.
paintingispoetry:

William-Adolphe Bouguereau, The Oreads, 1902

mrgolightly:

The Cardigans - I Need Some Fine Wine And You, You Need To Be Nicer

The white white robin’s egg
Speckled in poppy red spurts
Of blood

How did u spill so much?
I am not balanced, I tilt in
The wind

The spout drilled into the
Left ear works too well; all
Pours forth

Savage spout that cannot shut
Or drip, only cascade forth the
Tender fluid

Unhinge the jaw and let the tongue
Lick the wound; bright pink crater
In my flesh

Are the king’s men needed?
Hysterical pack that will only
Tear flesh

Pretty thing you once were
Pretty thing you are no more
Pretty pointless thing unadored


Ed Freeman

Anonymous said: You make me smile.

You make me hard :-)

Anonymous said: What do you do if you feel like nothing

When I feel like nothing I do nothing and at some point I will take a bath or bake a cake or invite a friend to coffee or listen to 1960s girl group music

Anonymous said: Who inspires you?

Plath, Fitzgerald, myself