'Slowly drowning in the dull noises that only meteors in that summer night can make.'
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I only realised I’d been falling once I hit the ocean; once I started to drown /// (d.s)

Icarus laughed as the sun scorched
his back, as the wax threaded his arms
and legs and turned him into a human torch.

See, sometimes life is but the taste of
freedom; it is but the blood in mouths,
hearts on fire.

See, you were always so blazing, so radiant;
I knew, I always knew that my heart on
the other side would never be the same.

Sometimes you come back, rapping at my
ribcage, asking to be let it; I am already
burnt from the wax and the sun and I am
drowning in the ocean - but if I could,
I would still let you back in
(I can’t, I can’t, I can’t).

I used to always ask: Icarus, does
falling feel like flying?
I know my answer now.
It does. It does.

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chillalee:

Doodles of Kanetsuki / カネ月 

·損と嘘 - 倉橋ヨエコ

·薬箱 - 倉橋ヨエコ

·花食

·16才

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alexwallbaum:

Buggy, 2014
Playing with this diptych!

alexwallbaum:

Buggy, 2014

Playing with this diptych!

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paintdeath:

Swimmer by Pedro Covo

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bienenkiste:

Agata Bielen’s Light Line collection photographed by Kamil Zacharski

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