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Sasha Pivovarova photographed by Steven Meisel

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Awake

This sun sets too slowly,
A steady wind blows in,
brisk, impossible.

The oak in my neighbors yard whispers irony,
The other trees lean in.

My roots to this place grow deep,
They smell of summers,
un-kiss me please,
I can’t forget you.
You have trapped a bitter winter in my bones.

I sleep fitfully,
dreaming in pieces,
Vivid, stark reality
Lightning bugs on darkness

That terrifying red,
August sky
And fingers intertwined
like I’ll be kidnapped at any moment.

the-philogynist:

ballet body

the-philogynist:

ballet body

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Simon Harsent - White Water, 2013

(Source : milameux, via queencersei)

arpeggia:

Aina Beck F/W 2013 Lookbook, photographed by Dominik Tarabanski

arpeggia:

Aina Beck F/W 2013 Lookbook, photographed by Dominik Tarabanski

weissesrauschen:

Man - Walking by archisculpture on Flickr.
We bare our teeth, circle around
one another like prey. I am animal
for you. A disgusting pest, a feral cat.
By now, humans would cringe at
the sight of us, create traps to
capture and cage.
Menaces, they would scowl.
Lock us in the zoo. Even now, I can close
my beady eyes and see small
children intently tapping the glass
that would enclose us.
We could never be a household pet.
My feet are giant talons that
claw their way through dense forest,
eye sight that of an eagles. Nose
morphs into a beak. Arm no longer
an arm but a wing of emerald feathers
that beats and flaps in the hostile wind.
You dip and swerve, leave claw prints
in the dirt. Play in the mud and get so
wild with it. Let our belly matt and
the space underneath our
nails breed filthy, feathers lined with grit.
Rinse in the river.
Hunt and then kill.
Hunt and then kill.
We learn the art of camouflage.
Prowl. Conserve water. Conserve
energy. So it goes.
Brilliant calls of communication are
unleashed across the night sky.
Our own sounds.
We are a threat, slowly climbing
the food chain. Fish be fearful. Birds
beware, because we can swoop and
destroy you in a split second.
We are not afraid.
We are not afraid.
We are not afraid.
Masses of danger shimmer in our bones.

likeafieldmouse:

James Turrell - Blue Planet Sky (2004)

lobotemporale:

rachel weisz in runaway jury