Organicromantic

deep lovers just need deeper love.

“Her ancient gestures, her perfume, the infinite intimacy of her rage,”

— Christina Peri-Rossi, tr. by Carol Thickstunt, from “The Bacchante,”  (via flaubertian)

this is going to be difficult -> i am capable of doing difficult things -> i have done everything prior to this moment -> this difficulty will soon be proof of capability

Who are you when you are alone? 🕯️

there was no perfect path. you did not get punished. your life did not unravel when you made a left turn. the memory will always be there. you can visit whenever you want. there is no alternate timeline where you made a better choice and got a happier ending. you were a little girl chasing the ice cream truck, playing hopscotch, swinging and aiming for the never ending blue. yes, the grief was waiting up ahead. but so was the miracle of saturdays in a car headed wherever you wanted to go. enough sky to wrap around every wound. friends who, despite your perennial bouts of silence, kept an ear close at all times.

JILL MULLEADY / “SOLUS LOCUS” / 2018 [oil on linen | 37 x 48″]

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