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callacarmine · 22 days
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Bag Lady #1
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This is what my dream handbag and contents would look like, the kind of girl that just has 'it'... if that exists?
Let me know what to put next, I'd love to make some more inspired bag collages ✾❦❤︎✰✪✤❧
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callacarmine · 2 months
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Favourite Classical Text Lines
he who does not think himself in need does not desire what he does not think he lacks’ 204a, Eros as Philosopher - Plato’s Symposium
So with our children, their growing up brings wider fruits but their infancy was sweeter. Book 9 Letters from a Stoic (p49)
Does it make you see how much easier it can be to conquer a whole people than to conquer a single ,man? - Book 9 Letters from a Stoic (p53)
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callacarmine · 2 months
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Bones Oblivion
Let the heavy rest on my collarbone
Rib to wrist the bones stand the strain
I don't want oblivion, and power makes a dangerous friend
I just seek a truth that keeps me safe
I'm outside your stratosphere
Faithful
Floating
Flying
Born and dying
Grotesque
Creature
You want to meet her
And it's more than anyone could take
Giving it all
Up
What's that feel like
Love?
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callacarmine · 2 months
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Hamanasu Rose
Editorial from @kiiks_official on ig
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callacarmine · 3 months
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Le Ultime Vestali, scanned from Vogue Italia March 1998 couture supplement. This image really speaks to the flame in my heart, such a passionate piece of work. One can imagine Phantom of the Opera-esque music, climactic, euphoric.
Urdhva Mukha Svanasana in the fire, a girl is contorted. Breaking the mold on her sheltered heart, and in a moment of white light, yellow heat, red glory, heart and hot air are one. Backbend by the fire when you can girls, it feeds the child in us.
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callacarmine · 6 months
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Chaser
Talking to you is like throwing back a chaser,
You lace the sweet I’m craving with a casual sting.
I wouldn’t follow you to a foreign country
But when you’re starved of love,
Need contaminates the skin.
You raised me overdosed on promises
They found me lying on the floor.
Reaching for the keys
and they said
“She wanted to see the world”.
But my body saw the future,
Frail bones made friends with time,
I put away my poison
Empty shot glass, lonely crime.
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callacarmine · 6 months
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I’ll be the sheet cake
sat plain and proud
With purple letters 
that spell me out
A deer in the garden
Or a tangerine moon
Pleasant surprises
I think of you 
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callacarmine · 6 months
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Gold light, Smokers delight
Eve, on the porch,
Cigarettes in hand,
She takes the role of movie star
And makes the myth woman.
My girl, barely 18
With her brazen bra exposed,
Lights another one for the camera,
Sultry eyes closed.
And she’s alien to me,
My fresh eyes unfamiliar,
Yet I smell the scent so sweet
And sap rose,
Her soul is soft vermillion.
I know her yet I don’t,
My friend more or less?
I cannot place this woman girl,
She makes my head a mess.
She’s a universal feeling,
But empty nonetheless,
And as I search for reasoning,
the further I regress.
But I want not for answers,
For she’ll return again,
The smoke will linger on her skin,
My strange little actress friend.
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callacarmine · 1 year
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Wally Findlay Galleries, 2013, New York, USA - Hugo Grenville
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callacarmine · 2 years
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William-Samuel Horton. “Nighttime Festivities Held by President Loubet at the Elysee Palace in Honor of Alfonso XIII,” 1905
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callacarmine · 2 years
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for rebecca
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callacarmine · 2 years
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callacarmine · 2 years
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