they call me… 7 Knives. because that’s how many knives it takes me to cook things because I keep puttin em in the fuckin sink without thinking about it

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they call me… 7 Knives. because that’s how many knives it takes me to cook things because I keep puttin em in the fuckin sink without thinking about it
I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole.
Carl Jung (via seasons-in-hell)
Parks and Recules
Very excited to share a new comic I made with @annasellheim (The first part by Anna, the second part by me)
We both really believe that @plannedparenthood is vital for women’s health, so to show our support we made a comic about our lovely experiences there.
If you have any questions or just want to support PP, visit https://www.plannedparenthood.org/
Find more of my work on my website or twitter
Find Anna’s work on her website or twitter
We LOVE these comics.
If you’re ever… if you’re ever thinking, “Oh, but I’m a waste of space and I’m a burden,” remember: that also describes the Grand Canyon. Why don’t you have friends and family take pictures of you from a safe distance? Revel in your majestic profile?
Maria Bamford (via conradtao)
In the swamps, they never thought to build their houses out of indigenous trees. Instead they imported finer things that couldn’t stand up to the floods and crumbled. Eventually we learned.
Allow yourself to grieve for what could have been. Allow yourself to be how you are now. Allow the warmth to flow and let go. Trade in all the should have beens and could have beens for this moment, for what is, and start again.
“i’m just gay meme trash and i love shitposts and anime tiddy”
i want to beat you around the head with pots and pans until you stop being this way
@ the people tagging this as #me tho #ok but this is me #im both
please meet me at the east baton rouge parish library. i’ll be the one in the parking lot swinging a cast iron skillet around on the end of a rope
It's just really weird to see a post like this ending with a threat to meet someone down the street from where you actually live, like can I watch this occur is there more info how long is the rope can I get a fb invite?
Robert Malherbe, Interior with Nude & Mirror, 2006, oil on linen
Marc Chagall (Bielorusian-French, 1887-1985)
Preliminary sketch for the Opera ceiling, N/D
Oil on canvas
Am I cute? No. But do I have a nice personality? Also no
The first time he calls you holy, you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt. The second time, you moan gospel around his fingers between your teeth. He has always surprised you into surprising yourself. Because he’s an angel hiding his halo behind his back and nothing has ever felt so filthy as plucking the wings from his shoulders— undressing his softness one feather at a time. God, if you’re out there, if you’re listening, he fucks like a seraphim, and there’s no part of scripture that ever prepared you for his hands. Hands that map a communion in the cradle of your hips. Hands that kiss hymns up your sides. He confesses how long he’s looked for a place to worship and,oh, you put him on his knees. When he sinks to the floor and moans like he can’t help himself, you wonder if the other angels fell so sweet. He says his prayers between your thighs and you dig your heels into the base of his spine until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue. You will ruin him and he will thank you; he will say please. No damnation ever looked as cozy as this, but you fit over his hips like they were made for you.You fit, you fit, you fit. On top of him, you are an ancient god that only he remembers and he offers up his skin. And you take it. Who knew sacrifice was so profane? And once you’ve taught him how to hold your throat in one hand and your heart in the other, you will have forgotten every other word, except his name.
PROFANE, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
The best of road trip pics (featuring @buffys-scythe)