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Yes, stranger, I sure do.

http://aerialcircus.tumblr.com; a less formal tumblr of mine.

http://turqnayuniverse.tumblr.com; my best friend Nay (of saturnrising.tumblr.com) and I share a tumblr that is one, long, ongoing private joke.

http://aerialcircus.wordpress.com; more personal writing (music, history, feminism, art), haven’t updated in a while.

http://caitastro.blogspot.com; astrology self study, haven’t updated in a while.

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I many times thought peace had come
When peace was far away,
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
When far at sea they stay.

And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
That many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.

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Romeo Void - Never Say Never

“I am not of this planet. I do not come from you. I am not like you.” -Nina Simone

Contracture Provoquée, from “Sorcellerie Magnétisme, Morphinisme Délire des Grandeurs (Witchcraft Magnetism, Morphinism, Megalomania)” by Dr. Paul Regnard

(via sealmaiden)

Come here little bird
let me lick your feathers back.
Come here to your complicated cat.

I have done my best to steer you away
now I swim in blame and sleep in fear.
When we go public, my china bird
I’ll tell you the story.

When you hurt me
I won’t let it show.

Kim Sooja /  To Breath : Respirar , Palacio de Cristal, Madrid 2006

(via floresenelatico)

“…Do not hold it against me, O speech, that I borrow weighty words,
and then labor to make them light.”

-Wislawa Szymborska

(randomlottery via ghoulnextdoor)

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“Right now you are either out there or you’re not—
smoking a cigarette, touching a sore place, looking
from a window and letting all the old faces
drift across your mind. It is hard to think of you
dowdy and forty, the problems dealt with, a life
of some sort on track, hard to think of you making it
past twenty-five. At least in books we know the end,
know the characters died or got married, had great
success or failure. But you are out there someplace,
and your friend who shot up the Jack Daniel’s,
and the guy I took the knife away from,
and the other who wanted to be a writer,
and the girl who quit school to have a baby,
and another girl who smashed the doors of my truck
on an acid trip. They are all out there, just
putting one foot in front of another, just like
the torturers are out there, and the men who worked
on firing squads, and then men who like to hit things
just to hurt them. And you are out there too,
picking your way between the paper, the tin cans,
the broken glass. You had the most wonderful smile.
On whom does it shine now, who does it welcome?
People on hard streets dragged to inevitable ends.”

Carbon drawing (2003) mark mcevoy (via defacedbook)

“The soul knows for certain only that it is hungry. The important thing is that it announces its hunger by crying. A child does not stop crying if we suggest to it that perhaps there is no such thing as bread. It goes on crying just the same. The danger is not lest the soul should doubt whether there is bread, but lest, by a lie, it should persuade itself that it is not hungry. It can only persuade itself of this by lying, for the reality of its hunger is not a belief, it is a certainty.”

-Simone Weil

(sublimistika via murmurs)

(neonsugar via solarixx)

Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven't they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands. And the desolation
of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Wait.
Don't go too early.
You're tired. But everyone's tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a while and listen.
Music of hair,
Music of pain,
music of looms weaving all our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear,
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.

Nick Eriksen, senior BNP leader (via Women more troubled by bag theft than rape, BNP candidate claims | Mayor) (aerialcircus:cavesoflilith:randomlottery)

I’ve never understood why so many women have allowed themselves to be brainwashed by the patriarchal myth machine into believing that anal rape is such a serious crime… orgasms are simply orgasms. Men enjoy orgasms, and anal penetration is simply a quick and easy way for a man to achieve orgasm, so anal rape of a male cannot be such a terrible physical ordeal.

To suggest that anal rape, when conducted without violence, is a serious crime is like suggesting that force-feeding a man barbecue pork ribs is a heinous offence. A man would be more inconvenienced by having his power tools snatched.

The demonisation of anal rape is all part of the patriarchal desire to obtain power and mastery over women. Women who go along with the anal rape myth are either morons or traitors.

Ladies, don’t be morons and traitors! Sturdy harnesses and dildos can be purchased here.

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There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

Pilpeled in Tel Aviv, Israel

{Unurth via liquidnight)

My talented and lovely friend Sarah’s new project is debuting on March 31. Please feel free to either submit, or pass along these submission guidelines (for writers, visual artists, and musicians) to all the talented people you know!

tell her I sent you!

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Richard Bosman - Phosphorescence

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I didn’t make my brain
but I’m helping
to finish it

Carefully stacking up everything I made
next to everything I ruined in broad
daylight in bright
brainlight
…..

There is only this world and this world

What a relief
created

over and over

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