November 2011
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“Dearest — my body is simply crazy with wanting you — If you don’t come tomorrow...”
– Excerpt of a letter from Georgia O’Keeffe to Alfred Stieglitz (via soalreadytaken)
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call me with your little voice look me with that doll face scratch my arm and write on it feed my soul repeatedly compulsively & when you’ll see me cry… it’ll mean you’ll have reached my core don’t tell anybody i’ll score all of your meals in secret and judge your nourishing skills until it’s clear that judgement only exists if you fear
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"From a Bad Girl"
I hope you’re having a rotten time. I hope you’re lying awake like I am, and feeling strangely glad and stirred and dizzy and anxious and very disturbed.
and suddenly you’ll hurry up to settle down and sleep like a top. I hope it takes you longer than you think… I hope you don’t even get a wink!
(Karin Boye)
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"painkillers don't treat dysfunctional...
i want to climb your gorgeous neck tell me i’m yours a step back now i can see your face when you’re far there’s no trace of love but it’s there like you are if only i could have you for one hour one hour that’s all you would easily fall in love with me that’s what i asked for, after all i’ve always loved the beauty of the uncompleted and the fear of the...
October 2011
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"I'm In Love"-Charles Bukowski
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty wrists o my god, I thought it was all working, and now it’s her again, every time she phones you go crazy, you told me it was over you told me it was finished, listen, I’ve lived long enough to become a good woman, why do you need a bad woman? you need to be tortured, don’t...
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"cheers"
my core on the rocks smooth drink on the local market’s stall for everyone to experience. free shots! free shots! all my knots in plastic glasses. the red-haired guy is sipping my mistakes. that kid drinks all the questions that keep me awake in the night. the old lady likes the taste of my frustrated loneliness.
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"totally different season"
-i’m going to be cold -no you’re not. try again later -what? -you have to wait, i’m telling you! -but if i wait my nails will fall -so what? it’s autumn, after all! -it’s july -doesn’t it feel like autumn to you? -you’re scary -yes. so is the scar i hide under my hairs -yeah…i made a scarf with those hairs of yours, by the way…but that was last...
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"stra-"
se non mi conoscessi per bene, direi_che nel mentre, le stelle mestruano e la tua femminilità vacilla_ quando sei sicura che tutto sia donna_fermati e rispondi quanto è dolce la tua amarezza, troppo o la puoi abbandonare? e quanto saresti stata felice con addosso i tuoi tacchi puttani? direi vagamente strapochissimo. se non sei sicura che riuscirai a trattenerla, a tenere al guinzaglio la tua...
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"Material Love As Inflammable Element"
I built a house to make love to you and to those walls. I rubbed my body against the concrete I licked all the doors. While everything was silent, I crawled onto the stairs and pushed my bare back on the windows to feel something down there I felt it, all right… but it wasn’t enough, so I spread myself on the stove and caught fire…puff!
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"seeds"
all the oranges in my kitchen, are filled with music. all the seeds take the pleasure, of eating you away. all the fruits in my hands, are happy and glowing. all my happiness goes away, when you are not around.
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"monster in the cupboard"
there’s a monster in the cupboard i have reasons to believe this call me crazy i can hear noises in my blue house there’s no much to do wondering around with sadness all over me it drips on the carpet and then it stinks real bad but i can’t clean it my hands are tied together i have to get out refreshing my head when the air caresses my neck i feel free again, i feel free...
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"so so good"
i promise i’ll let you down, but you’ve got to lift me up first. listen to the symphony and count me as one. drink boiling water and find a new taste. turn my squares into circles, smooth my angles. bury me under your sheets and i’ll be bad and so so good.
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