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lessons-in-morbidity:

I always remember
the cold—

my adolescent feet
never touched
the ground.

he wouldn’t let me

my bones were porcelain
made, he said
and if I were
to break before
the night fell the whole
house would know
that I removed my veins
before he did.

I always remember
the cold—

I shiver in 90 degree
weather and I am scared
of turquoise in the ocean. 

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"Pueden creer que eres frío y calculador, pero ya probé el calor de tu calma y las caricias de tus manos, tus dulces palabras al oído y el reflejo de tus ojos envolviendo mi mundo."

- Efímera Belleza (via efimerabelleza)

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arachnephiliac:

frckme:

holy shit i did not realize those were paintings 

omg

(Source: enlaretina, via elliadraker)

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ghoulnextdoor: Manuel Nuñez Art, “The Blessed Hope”
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sheshallbleed: nicoonmars: [ c o l u m p i o d a m o r t e ] by [ p u n k t e w e r k ] 
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