Let your soul feed on black.
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I watch your fingers on piano
keys and remember the gentle
way you hold my hips when we
sleep. Everything feels intimate,
and I don’t know why more
people aren’t blushing when
you push your hand into your
left pocket or when you moisten
your weather-chapped lips. I
haven’t figured out how to go
back to normal life after feeling
the way your skin moves when
you breathe. I’ve started picking
out my clothes based on the
way they’ll look on your floor. By anne, after sex (via anneisrestless)

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theperfectmetaphor:

burymeinchanel:

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candlejack:

gossamer-thoughts:

Marina & Ulay: 

“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”

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So real, so human.

So beautiful.

SO.INTENSE.

Still my favorite thing

Lovely story

Still one of my faves

This almost made me cry just watching it