“Find a heart that will love you at your worst and arms that will hold you at your weakest.”
— curiano.com

blake kathryn
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Three Goblin Art

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DEAR READER

Andulka
Stranger Things
we're not kids anymore.

if i look back, i am lost
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KIROKAZE
i don't do bad sauce passes
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Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day

Kiana Khansmith

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taylor price

Origami Around

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“Find a heart that will love you at your worst and arms that will hold you at your weakest.”
— curiano.com
"Mistakes Made" by April Salisbury-White
@electricarmchair
It was a normal face until my hand slipped and the mouth went weird.
I hated the drawing, so I drew more detail. Still hated it so I coloured it and now I hate it less? The page is very shiny. It smells of Mr Sketch markers. Which suck. They're only good for looking like a weird marker sniffer. I almost coloured a hole through the sketchbook.
Early color photographs of Antarctica, circa 1915, by Australian adventurer Frank Hurley.
Tiveden Nationalpark Höst IV by Gustaf Emanuelsson Folio | getty images | facebook | instagram | 500px
deep sea diver monotype
Dolphin at sunset in Charleston tonight. 💕
i've seen water i make peace: with whom is constant consonant. she being rafflesia- humanoid numinous vineyards. buttocks and whatnot. touching, humid below and whatnot. how it's made more palatable. i, empty-balcony-in-winter like, to her wish- ful, other poets imitate this. i condemned her artistry. timid obscuration. in thickets we fought with teeth and animalia. sighing and whatnot sanguinary and whatnot. sea.
The morning air permeated everything on my walk—the trees were tinged pink, the puddles, everything.
sometimes I trip over sheets
clinging to my bed
falling out of my own head
where linens tangle
but choke on me instead
Demon vs. Angel
Strangers in the land
with nothing but a message
offering all hope.
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D W Eldred
Ghost Town
I took my love with me into a ghost town
I left it there so it would know the lost sound
A panicked heart, a silenced tomb
It’s the exact same thing I would have done to you.
I’m not a prophet, I’m not a source
I'm just a girl growing all these thorns
I never wanted to let you down
Yet here we are, walking to a ghost town
There are as many
Ways to be kind to yourself
As cruelties, it seems
the weather app predicted rain more accurately than the joke about darts hurled at a board
the dart board of Zeus scarred charred each perfect bullseye just becomes an empty victory
I want to walk on odd paths of parks that have remained closed for a while. I want to hold the wildflowers and see if they poison me like some people do? I want to hold them and see if it hurts any more than what I already am. I ferociously look after things, people, and everything that doesn't talk back to me. I run away from conversations that lead nowhere. My mind has a dented way of storing and treasuring memories of what's flawed, and memories of memories, so I watch what I watch.
- trustonlystars | Jannie F.
Say No Name
Couldn’t rattle you familiar, a finial instigator ever a stranger. It strangles the vocals, ain’t a peep to be.
- B B Pine