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i stared at this for a good 3 minutes.
love this^
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I put this moment here.
here always are little things that reconcile me with the world. Leaving the office worn out, stepping on the bike and pause to feel for a second… the wamth trying to get through my skin, my neck automatically tilting back towards the sky…above all, the air. Once I start biking it’s this constant swirl all around me. Before I know it the corners of my mouth are lifting and a bubbling surfaces. I want to see more, I want to give in to the sweetness, to my body, to a joy more stubborn than my darkness. The breeze brushing and grazing me, like fingers through my hair, trailing down my neck, breasts, back…that’s when my arms stretch out and I try to caress the air back, mouth slack, exhilarated. Everything is trying to tell me to be alive, I’m made for it. Everything’s telling me I should stop mourning.
These are also the moments I always want to give you. You’re the air.photo taken with Hipstamatic
Leni Riefenstahl’s “Dance to the Sea” in The Holy Mountain (1926, dir. Arnold Fanck) (via)
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