I Go Back To May 1937 By Sharon Olds

Love You, Sleep Again, Retier Softly, and Pethetic Little Thing by Tracey Emin

“When I was nine years old, the world, too, was nine years old. At least, there was no difference between us, no opposition, no distance. We just tumbled around from sunrise to sunset, earth and body as alike as two pennies. And there was never a harsh word between us, for the simple reason that there were no words at all between us; we never uttered a word to each other, the world and I. Our relationship was beyond language—and thus also beyond time. We were one big space (which was, of course, a very small space).”

— Inger Christensen, The Condition of Secrecy

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Delightful paintings by Brian Kershisnik

Derica's LA Loft Debra Cartwright

Run You Might Get Away Faith Ringgold

oh thats hot as hell. if only sex was real

Axiom

by Margaret Atwood

Axiom: you are a sea. Your eye- lids curve over chaos

My hands where they touch you, create small inhabited islands

Soon you will be all earth: a known land, a country.

good mother by Rachel Eliza Griffiths