Yanni

My main blog now is https://acrsthlk.tumblr.com/ I only keep this one for the memories ...

[unhelpfultarot]

Death and Page of Swords

Fine, but you're not going without a fight.

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[goofyfootsurfer27-deactivated20]

[herpsandbirds]

Painted Storks (Mycteria leucocephala), family on nest, family Ciconiidae, India

photograph by J.M. Garg

[corpsemo]

Ty Creepers Skeleton Beanie Baby, 2000

[2001dog]

via flickr

[badassdemonsword]

Pingu Listening To Music Png

[ijaazat]

Genieve Figgis

[standingatthefence]

Earlie Hudnall, Jr.  | Mama with Collard Greens, 2006

[robert-hadley]

Imogen Cunningham (1883-1976) - ‘LEAVES’

Source: sotheby’s.com

[geniusoflove]

sending bimbo hypnosis videos to other ebay users so theyll forget to outbid me

[squid-star]

neptune.

[methoxydimethyltryptamine-deact]

Girl’s night out (of body experience)

[000540123]

Sometimes it feels like we are seeking god in the digital world

[desimonewayland]

Fan made of textured paper painted with gouache, and cedar wood

Made in the UK 1905-1914

Collection V&A

[neshamama]

Belkis Ayón (1967-1999)

[deerhoofandrabbitsfoot-deactiva]

On Flying

So first you pick your poison. Maybe it’s one of those nice ointments, But if you aren’t fancy, Maybe it’s a wormwood tea, Or a mugwort tea, Or a mushroom tea if you’re kinky like that. And you drink it all at once. You set the cuckoo clock ticking. And with each tick-tock, You go down further into yourself Like a musket ball being rammed into a gun. And you think, “this is bullshit,” But you do it anyway And when the clock screams “cuckoo,” Your soul comes out of your mouth In the form of a crow And you fly to the West. Your arms - Your arms twitch in every world - flapping - And your beak - because you have a beak - Barrels through dirt. Earth upon earth, down and down, Dirt flying Until you reach the Underworld, Where the sun is ever-setting And the skies are gray And the heavens are dotted with the roots of trees, Which shine like stars.