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Falling in love is like Twister, two bodies
tangled unapologetically. Right hand

green, left foot red, left hand
blue — do you remember the first

move? It doesn’t matter. We’re here,
entwined, knees flirting with one another

as they brush past, skin against skin. On all fours,
body high. It feels like you’re floating,

but you know better. Or at least
you thought you did, but in the end, someone

always stumbles, limbs slipping, body
collapsing into rubbled ruins.

Kayla Hollatz, Falling in love is like (via thetalltwig)

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Map portraits.
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fascimation:

Map portraits.

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sad & rad
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vugust:

sad & rad

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This is important
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abseas:

This is important

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BABY GOT self-respect.
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BABY GOT self-respect.

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For Creative Time’s 42nd Street Art Project, Jenny Holzer took over the empty marquees of 42nd street theaters with her signature “truisms”. These are some of my favorites. More here.

I like Jenny Holzer.

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Istanbul-Turkey
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BICEM•SINIK

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bicemsinik@gmail.com

Istanbul-Turkey

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The trees of my childhood
are not the trees of your
childhood.

Let me tell you about my
cedars; my forsythias
and honeysuckles;
the way I used to plant
cherry pits in the front lawn
because I was greedy for their
blossoming.

Lift up my skirt and I’ll show you
where the blackberry brushes had
scratched me.

Lay me down in a hammock
hung between your childhood and the
man you have become today.

And we’ll kiss once, twice,
and a third time for luck

beneath the cherry blossom petals
that I had fallen asleep beneath
when I was too young to know anything
but innocence.

And the dark bark will be a darker midnight
against the spring it blossoms.

Skeletal. Moonless.
So heavy from the
rain.

And your hand will fold a flower
behind my ear.

And the petals will be
so extraordinarily
pale.

Shinji Moon, “Cherry Blossoms” (via oofpoetry)

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