Sometimes I lose track of things. Time. Money. What I’ve said. People. Feelings. Myself.
Sometimes I lose track of things and myself. I wanted to capitalize the word myself, but I didn’t. But it felt like I should have.
therealkatiewest: Sometimes I lose track of things. Time....
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waitingforrelease: artemisdreaming: Interior Portrait You...
Interior PortraitYou don’t survive in mebecause of memories;
nor are you mine because
of a lovely longing’s strength.
What does make you present
is the ardent detour
that a slow tenderness
traces in my blood.
I do not need
to see you appear;
being born sufficed for me
to lose you a little less.Rainer Maria RilkeTranslated by A. Poulin
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hollyhocksandtulips: Photo by Stanley Kubrick, 1940s
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sisterwolf: Pal Funk Angelo - Dancers, Seville, Spain 1930
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waitingforrelease: djafrican: If this world were mine - Marvin...
If this world were mine - Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell (by Gueveld)
Swoon. Marvin and Tammi acapella. Just…breathtaking.
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soulflower70: mmmmmmm i wanna make out
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missfolly: Artist Moses Soyer in a Greenwich Village studio...
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ikilledjackjohnson: Stefano Bonazzi: Smoke
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lauramcphee: mudwerks via Au carrefour étrange: Sensations...
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