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sacred-portal

lena-oleanderson

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

drunk-werewolf

sandmandaddy69

catchymemes

pocket-deer-belly

(through gritted teeth) sometimes what's good for your mental health isn't another do nothing day or a little treat sometimes what's good for you is putting in some of the work. Not all of it at once but sometimes you have to finish that essay or at least take the next step or you have to clean your room or at least dust the shelves or you gotta do the laundry or at least put it all in the hamper and it's not fun and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks but you have to because i read a post on the internet that told me that's what being nice to yourself is sometimes

steampunktendencies

“Self Organization”, aka, The octopus sculpture Bronze, 3'x3’, found typewriter by Oakland artist Courtney Brown

(via Colossal)

clarasunflowers

speechless. the pose. the expression. this should be a painting.

cinemamind

📷 SCRIBBLEHEAD 📷

Creature by Trevor Henderson

unexplained-events

“Sexy” Taxidermied Rat Underwear

with a Chanel logo embroidered on them

guud-night

a$$

sleepytimegal777

1. A Primer for the Small Weird Loves - Richard Siken / 2. The Crane Wife - CJ Hauser / 3. Automat - Edward Hopper / 4. Red Doc> - Anne Carson / 5. Melancholy - Edvard Munch / 6. The Village (2004) / 7. So We Must Meet Apart - Gabrielle Bates and Jennifer S. Cheng

stolenwine

I made this what feels like lifetimes ago

rbcages

i’ll never forget you, but I think I’ll have to try. in the same way I forget to cover up the marks you left on my neck for a week after you left, and the way I’ve washed my sheets about thirteen times and forgotten what you smell like. some things are easier to forget than others; like birthdays of friends I no longer talk to and the way it feels to kiss strangers. but with you, it’s like the smell of hospitals when I was nine. like my first heartbreak, and how I spent so much time in my bed it almost swallowed me whole. with you; the hurt sticks. like fabric pressed against warm blood, like the itch of it days later.