For Arthur Russell
All that glitters isn’t music.
Once, hidden in tall grass,
I tossed fistfuls of dirt into the air:
doe after doe of leaping.
You said it was nothing
but a trick of the light. Gold
curves. Gold scarves.
Am I not your animal?
You’d wait in the orchard for hours
to watch a deer
break from the shadows.
You said it was like lifting a cello
out of its black case.
“To The Angelbeast,” Eduardo C. Corral (via commovente)
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Kiki Smith
Free fall +
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One’s life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.
Simone de Beauvoir (via purplebuddhaproject)
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embody
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Park Pardon
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Pamela Merkys, Lady Who Eats Birds
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miley, what’s good?
the bible (via yeork)
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lineisy at jason wu ss16
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