nereiids:

THE WAY THE PAGAN GODS ARE HALF REMEMBERED HERE

FIRE POEM, Berlin || Robert Montgomery

Peaches - Fuck the Pain Away
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maryjblige:

sucking on my titties like you wanted me calling me all the time like blondie check out my chrissy behind it’s fine all of the time like sex on the beaches what else is in the teaches of peaches? huh? what?

Spoil her with consistency.
Unknown (via phuckindope)

asylum-art:

Torkil Gudnason: Body Vase

Agency Lookbooks | A. Galerie, Paris

Torkil Gudnason’s Body Vase juxtaposes flora with human curves, eroticism with innocence, and nature with it’s inherent beauty and allure. There is a quality of mysterious fascination within these images - they are charged with a charm that accompanies temptation. The soft, intimate lighting comes from shooting exclusively with daylight – and allows the viewer into a small, private world consisting only of photographer and model.

His images have drama and a sculptural quality that brings to mind the heft and simplicity of Henry Moore or Modigliani - “I  like distortion as a sculptural effect,” he says. 

Shot over a period of nine months, Body Vase brings together two passions for Torkil – flowers and the human form. It is remarkable that these images were created in-camera, with very little retouching – lending the increased power of authenticity to these images, and leaving us wondering at the beauty that exists within this world.

blightedlotus:

saltdoe:

i need to live here, someone, please

Always reblog and pray

saltnest:

screaming

saltnest:

screaming

earthdad:

hello ma’am i came a long way to give u a flower and to tell u how pretty u r today

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If you’ve not figured it out already, I am leech-like in my refusal to detach once I’ve decided to cling to someone, hence my rebellion against your quiet evaporation from my world. At the same time, however, I will detach and disappear instantly and permanently if I’m told to go away or to leave you alone because I have no desire to force myself on you or stay where I am not wanted. So. If you do want to be left alone, say so. Otherwise, get used to my presence and my persistence and fucking talk to me goddamn it.

from a message i wrote to an inscrutable, quiet, and overwhelmingly guarded poetfriend who shall remain nameless

(the above is true of every single relationship with every single person ever in my life however, hencewhy i am posting it)