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The top of Seattle in my hand, by Pato

The top of Seattle in my hand, by Pato

Me by Pato

Me by Pato

Fake Paintings of Portraits Maybe Taken by My Grandpa in the 70’s 

Fake Paintings of Portraits Maybe Taken by My Grandpa in the 70’s 

thehxclyfe:

WRICTURES/WRAW | WEEK TWO:
Picture: Claire Dierksen
Words: Hannah Suzanna
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In the farthest reaches of place-before-Universe, in a time measured in moments instead of days, the Arms Held each other in eerie symmetry. 
 
These paired limbs did not end in smooth nubs of skin, but in open wounds fated to remain unhealed forever. Both arms would bleed out if left unattended. Thus, the palm of each hand caressed the stub of its companion’s arm. Held embraced Arms. Arms embraced Held. Balanced in a union so thorough, neither was aware of the harmony they existed within. So inherent was their requited love, neither could comprehend the companionship with which they were blessed. 
 
And then a moment came where they sensed… something. It had been a long time since Held and Arms had felt anything beside each other’s flesh and they were very curious. They let their intrigue guide them into the midst of this new presence. This presence. This force. This solid, liquid, gaseous, engulfing bit of existence.
 
The sensation of merging was so novel that Held and Arms forgot how crucial their balanced embrace was— they let go.
 
Their grip slipped. They drifted apart from each other. Droplets of blood began to seep from their veins. More and more and more began to flow. The pair bled out.
 
In their death, Held and Arms understood the perfect symbiosis they previously had. They both grieved the loss of their truest companions.
 
Life becomes death.
 
As life flowed out of Held and Arms, the presence morphed from one state of being to another. From energy alone, to something more. The presence swallowed all of their blood, and during this energetic digestion the droplets combusted. Stars appeared. Stars lit up Universe. Stars exploded, and planets formed, and sentient creatures began to take shape.
 
In this new life, Universe was imbued with the beauty of the duality embodied by Held and Arms. Thus there is light and dark, hot and cold, comprehension and confoundedness, knowable and mystery. 
 
Death becomes Life. 
 
Curiosity leads to transformation. 

thehxclyfe:

WRICTURES/WRAW | WEEK TWO:

Picture: Claire Dierksen

Words: Hannah Suzanna

In the farthest reaches of place-before-Universe, in a time measured in moments instead of days, the Arms Held each other in eerie symmetry. 

 

These paired limbs did not end in smooth nubs of skin, but in open wounds fated to remain unhealed forever. Both arms would bleed out if left unattended. Thus, the palm of each hand caressed the stub of its companion’s arm. Held embraced Arms. Arms embraced Held. Balanced in a union so thorough, neither was aware of the harmony they existed within. So inherent was their requited love, neither could comprehend the companionship with which they were blessed. 

 

And then a moment came where they sensed… something. It had been a long time since Held and Arms had felt anything beside each other’s flesh and they were very curious. They let their intrigue guide them into the midst of this new presence. This presence. This force. This solid, liquid, gaseous, engulfing bit of existence.

 

The sensation of merging was so novel that Held and Arms forgot how crucial their balanced embrace was— they let go.

 

Their grip slipped. They drifted apart from each other. Droplets of blood began to seep from their veins. More and more and more began to flow. The pair bled out.

 

In their death, Held and Arms understood the perfect symbiosis they previously had. They both grieved the loss of their truest companions.

 

Life becomes death.

 

As life flowed out of Held and Arms, the presence morphed from one state of being to another. From energy alone, to something more. The presence swallowed all of their blood, and during this energetic digestion the droplets combusted. Stars appeared. Stars lit up Universe. Stars exploded, and planets formed, and sentient creatures began to take shape.

 

In this new life, Universe was imbued with the beauty of the duality embodied by Held and Arms. Thus there is light and dark, hot and cold, comprehension and confoundedness, knowable and mystery. 

 

Death becomes Life. 

 

Curiosity leads to transformation. 

thehxclyfe:

WRICTURES/WRAW | WEEK THREE:
Picture: Claire Dierksen
Words: Hannah Suzanna
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The sky is all grey doves and fuzzy peaches.

thehxclyfe:

WRICTURES/WRAW | WEEK THREE:

Picture: Claire Dierksen

Words: Hannah Suzanna

The sky is all grey doves and fuzzy peaches.

2/10 12:08am, Yelling at the Inside of My Mouth

2/10 12:08am, Yelling at the Inside of My Mouth

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yayness. (@hannahsuzanna)

bbbearrr:

yayness. (@hannahsuzanna)

There’s no money in poetry, but then there’s no poetry in money, either.
— Robert Graves (via youmightfindyourself)

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Nothing in the world is more common than unsuccessful people with talent, leave the house before you find something worth staying in for.
— (via bbbearrr)
Mein

Mein

Mein

Mein

Mein

Mein

setty sun

setty sun

hannahsuzanna:

Word & Type Treatment inspired by Claire!

I’m inspirational :,)

hannahsuzanna:

Word & Type Treatment inspired by Claire!

I’m inspirational :,)

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