The Honey Pot

thevisualhag:

‘12 SHOES for 12 LOVERS‘

by Chilean-born, New York-based designer Sebastian Errazuriz.

The pieces reflects on the recollection of the artist’s personal and sexual relationships with former lovers, each of whom became the influence for a series of shoe sculptures. 
Each day, Errazuriz released one image of a new heeled design, completed by an accompanying photo of the footwear’s muse and a small, often explicit story about the duo’s escapades together.

’12 shoes for 12 shoes’ will exhibit at the pop-up shop of Brazilian shoe brand Melissa from December 6th, 2013 to January 6th, 2014 for Art Basel Miami Beach 2013.

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"I taste her and realize I have been starving."
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(Source: whencasfell-inlove, via invaderxan)

meurtressilencieux:

I want to be stuck hard
drowning my sweet tooth
in every bit of his skin.

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"'I think about your thighs,' he wrote in the second letter, 'and the warm, moist smell of your skin in the morning, and the tiny eyelash in each corner of your eye that I always notice when you first roll over to look at me. I don’t know why you are better and more beautiful than anybody else. I don’t know why your body is something I can’t stop thinking about, why those little flaws and ridges on your back are lovely to me or why the pale soft bottoms of your New Jersey feet that always wore shoes are more poignant than any other feet, but they are. I thought I would have more time to chart your body, to map its poles, its contours and terrains, its inner regions, both temperate and torrid - a whole topography of skin and muscle and bone. I didn’t tell you, but I imagined a lifetime as your cartographer, years of exploration and discovery that would keep changing the look of my map. It would always need to be redrawn and reconfigured to keep up with you. I’m sure I’ve missed things, Bill, or forgotten them, because half the time I’ve been wandering around your body blind drunk with happiness. There are still places I haven’t seen.'"
— Siri Hustvedt, What I Loved (via perfect)

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Ugh

oh lord, I was just crying with laughter because of this.
Someone needs a Tom Hardy Education.
This reminds me of my failed Fassbender education.

oh lord, I was just crying with laughter because of this.

Someone needs a Tom Hardy Education.

This reminds me of my failed Fassbender education.


I am aware of the effect I have on women

I am aware of the effect I have on women

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me: bromotion? manlyfection?

Jules:  I was going to ask if you had a chat group I wasn’t aware of.

me:  I’m trying to name our game. and by ‘game’ I mean- how I interact with the world

Jules: hahahahaha. I like bromotion

Jules: let’s not go to the moon by donkey. that is a really long trip and there might not be wifi

me: but if I love you (or anyone) in the normal traveling to the moon ways, that’s at most, a few days and that is unacceptable

Jules: well, maybe it could be like a mini-vacation to the moon

me: I am going to travel and love how I want <3

Jules: yeah, that’s a good plan. I support you in your travel and love. I don’t want to travel anywhere by donkey in all honesty.
it’s okay that we travel differently, that’s one of the ways we know we’re not the same person. <3

me: You might be focusing on the wrong part- but you focus how you want!

Jules: hahahaha. yeah, I think I got distracted by the image of donkey space travel, I don’t know why?

me: fine, snails

Jules: hahahahahahaha

me: the point was- ~FOREVER LOVE~, Jules. I just wanted some pack animals that can help in treacherous terrain

Jules: you can travel to the moon (or anywhere) in whatever way you like, Jennifer. I think that’s great. I don’t plan to go to the moon, I don’t think.
forever love is something I like to do from my every location.

me: …how’s the weather

~~later~~
me: I can’t hear you from my donkey
Jules: I feel like that might complicate some of the eternal love-filled relationships
me: I can’t hear you over the LOVING YOU FOREVER
Jules: hahahaha how loud is that?
me: it’s as loud as to Pluto and back!