stained glass eyes

[the-seven-selves]

[dancing-on-the-highway]

Most days I still wish the bullet hit me too It just stained me with you The sound hits louder with every heartbeat

[the-seven-selves]

[dancing-on-the-highway]

Finally finished this erotic piece that I've been having a lot of fun working on (it's emotionally intense for me, but still fun). It's the first thing in awhile that I've actually reached a point where I feel like I can call something finished. It feels nice. I'm not gonna post it here but I'll probably post it on my other writing blog in the morning or something but I don't feel like doing all the docx>PDF>JPEG bullshit. I want to sleep.

[dancing-on-the-highway]

kill me after dinner because I starve before I ever sleep and my body takes bites of itself while psychic fissure rapes my dreams cold and fast without a beat leave without a word because I hide when I can't find my speech swallowed swords without a choice and placed my love just out of reach like something dead, preserved and seen

[wi-ch]

PROOF THAT WE WERE HERE

32 x 32 inches

oil on canvas

2013

[dancing-on-the-highway]

Earnest Hemingway once said all he wanted to do was write one true sentence. He also tried to scratch an itch in the back of his head with a shotgun.

[larmoyante]

But I tried, didn’t I? Goddamnit, at least I did that.

Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (via barbieandken)

[dancing-on-the-highway]

It keeps getting worse and I feel paralyzed.

[dancing-on-the-highway]

I felt an itch

I felt an itch (it was an itch)

from a long-closed wound begging from the inside to be opened from without

opened like a book

& bleeding just to be erased

it reeks of how the past is (still) now

the endless reverberations of a different day pounding on my eardrums

like hammers to my scar tissue left temple

that bleeds with rotting memories

& while it sings me songs of tortured purity

I bleed again to its embrace

[dancing-on-the-highway]

meet me in that hidden place after dark when it’s all quiet

she said

we’ll light it up, make violent love and break the silence

i found you there across the way, dipping your feet in the water

we never made love, only fucked, but god it was violent

[dancing-on-the-highway]

i take it easy

get high and die

death is whatever

same goes for life

  i don't believe in what

i believed for such a long time

i don't need to have feeling

i'll be in my mind

  i feel so easy

stoned and alone

heaven is boring

hell is my home

  i don't believe in what

i believed in for such a long time

i don't need to have feeling

i'll be in my mind

[heartshapeddaydream]

[jeff-buckley]

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Jeff Buckley - Morning Theft

[bostonpoetryslam]

Am I a badly built sack of ropes I get drunk and leave threads everywhere What was it like pushing knots out of your womb I know clearly my last steps will be frayed and rot in the harbor

Tara Boswell, “Mother You Have Some Skin in Your Teeth,” published in Coconut (via bostonpoetryslam)

[blakksnakekilla-blog]

Defacement (The Death of Michael Stewart)

1983

Jean Michel Basquiat

[psych-facts]

At times the world may seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe that there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. And what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may in fact be the first steps of a journey.

Lemony Snicket   (via herkindoftea)