live laugh lobotomy

  The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.  

[philomena-famulok]

©Philomena Famulok

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[genderhugger]

the best time to consume media is like 5 years after its peak popularity

[patricidemutual]

how to it feels to find fruit in the fridge thats gone bad you forgot to eat

[ozth]

what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

[1anonyymous1]

the older you get the more you appreciate just chilling at home doing nothing

[typiing-deactivated20240430]

half of adulting is basically you trying not to cry

[ashberrrry]

Damn this is such a good song let me play it 78 times an hour until i hate it

[80feetdeep]

Do you play any sports?

I run away from my feelings

[gacougnol]

Paw Grabowski Silent Figure with Lanscape (Almost Nothing) Handcut collage 2020

[luthienne]

“Sometimes I feel I have nothing in common with anyone. I shamble through the day, […] and each new hour with each new person is a cliff I can’t climb —”

— Freya Manfred, from “Nothing in Common,“ Speak, Mother (ed Dragonfly Press, 2015)

[derangedrhythms]

...their meeting was poetry and their parting was too...

Jens Peter Jacobsen, from 'Niels Lyhne', tr. Tiina Nunnally

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

Sometimes on summer evenings, when the light is almost gone, when everything has taken on a heavy, exhausted aspect, there can be felt in the air a restlessness, a furtive rustling, a burgeoning of desire.

– Mark Strand, from “Mr. and Mrs. Baby,” Mr. and Mrs. Baby and Other Stories (The Ecco Press, 1994)

[stevebucky-deactivated20221119]

<3

[vulnerableunapologetic]

Rico Nasty x DIY Magazine

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″

[loveamongthesailors]

this blog is actually me dissecting my own corpse in an anatomical theater and you are all standing up on the rows looking down at me cheering and booing 

[viktorekblom]