Maybe my limbs are made
mostly for decoration,
like the way I feel about
persimmons. You can’t
really eat them. Or you
wouldn’t want to. If you grab
the soft skin with your fist
it somehow feels funny,
like you’ve been here
before and uncomfortable,
too, like you’d rather
squish it between your teeth
impatiently, before spitting
the soft parts back up
to linger on the tongue like
burnt sugar or guilt.
For starters, it was all
an accident, you cut
the right branch
and a sort of light
woke up underneath,
and the inedible fruit
grew dark and needy.
Think crucial hanging.
Think crayon orange.
There is one low, leaning
heart-shaped globe left
and dearest, can you
tell, I am trying
to love you less.
"Crush," Ada Limón  (via commovente)

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Your voice sounds completely different in different languages. It alters your personality somehow. I don’t think people get the same feeling from you. The rhythm changes. Because the rhythm of the language is different, it changes your inner rhythm and that changes how you process everything.
When I hear myself speak French, I look at myself differently. Certain aspects will feel closer to the way I feel or the way I am and others won’t. I like that—to tour different sides of yourself. I often find when looking at people who are comfortable in many languages, they’re more comfortable talking about emotional stuff in a certain language or political stuff in another and that’s really interesting, how people relate to those languages.
François Arnaud, for Interview Magazine (via floriental)

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Silence is so accurate.
Mark Rothko (1903-1970, Russia/USA)

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Julia Fullerton-Batten - 2005
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Pablo Picasso, Nude, 1931
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so this is an thing that happened ?? this is my family picture (im the one of the far right btw)
it got posted on both 9gag and also reddit by an unknown weirdo who probably got it from my sister’s fb
but don’t worry though we actually have no problem with this at all ! reading the comments has been the funniest thing ever so keep it up
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Louise Bourgeois & Tracey Emin - Do Not Abandon Me
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Bathroom, Las Vegas NV by Beth Herzhaft on Flickr.