Stories from the Morning After
Tell me your stories:
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Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin
I’ve been waiting for you
Signed with a home tattoo
Happy birthday to you was created for you…
Words, playing me deja vu
Like a radio tune, I swear I’ve heard before
Chill, is it something real?
Or the magic I’m feeding off your fingersCan’t ever keep from falling apart at the seams
Can I believe you’re taking my heart to pieces?Lost, in a snow filled sky
We’ll make it alright to come undoneNow we’ll try to stay blind to the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind and blow me in to cry
-from Come Undone by Duran Duran -
Come Undone.
Model: Miss N.
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Comfort the girl
Help her understand
No memory
No matter how sad
And no violence
No matter how bad
Can darken the heart
Or tear it apartTake my hand
When you are scared
And I will pray
If you go back out there
Comfort the man
Help him understand
That no floating sheet
No matter how haunting
And no secret
No matter how nasty
Can poison your voice
Or keep you from joyMichael Hadreas -
You cannot save people, you can only love them.
The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939) by Anais Nin (via literarylines)(via tattoolit)
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model:junestpaul, 2014
make up by diaphanouslove(Source: storiesfromthemorningafter.com)
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It is not the actual enjoyment of pleasure that we desire. What we want is to test the futility of that pleasure, so as to be no longer obsessed by it.
Cesare Pavese, Disaffections -
There is a way
if we want
into everything…Michael Dickman in “My Autopsy”(Source: newyorker.com)
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Model: Dia
(Source: storiesfromthemorningafter.com)
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