Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.

Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)

from my book, which can be purchased here:
http://wordsdance.com/what-we-buried/

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aperfumedpearl:

Pola Negri

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daisymocha:

stars-and-the-silence:

ishxq:

crystalshades:

skankyourart:

i’d kill to be able to wake up to this view

no words. this is my dream bedroom!

im sorry but this is just so amazing.. i’ll find peace here..

beautiful

The only problem being I would legit never leave my bed unless I was going out there

imagine morning yoga or sex right here

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Aerial view of Midtown Manhattan looking south with smog. July 1943 (via)

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larsensotelo:

Golpira Campaign 2014

Photo by Larsen Sotelo

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Islamic architecture

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