Drugs & Lumber

Rose Petal Soda

[brttaperry]

nothing is perfect but the way you see me feels exactly like being 17 in a pool with thirty other kids making a whirlpool so strong my head goes under when i try to stop

i’ve never been so in love

[gary36]

This is MY best friend.

[genericchatter]

bad ending: the farmer sells out to Joja good ending: the farmer restores the community center and Pierre beats up Morris bad ending++: Morris goes to law school and comes back 4 years later as a Monsanto goon and hits the farmer with a killer lawsuit good ending++: same as above but the farmer teams up w/ Marlon and Pierre to disappear him in the mines true ending: the farmer must enter the water purifier even though it’s been established that abigail is immune to radiation

[thedarkbunny]

[torukou]

Shiba magazine https://www.instagram.com/p/B9_bvdTBbtq/

[gifsboom]

[iamnotmitski]

deleted shots from ’A Pearl’ - by Saad Moosajee, Danaé Gosset, & Art Camp

[gary36]

[shaneholander]

So my dad gambles quite a bit

And he’s pretty good at it, so he’s a diamond-level guest at all the harrahs casinos, meaning they always comp his room and meals. My mom has a second job with her friend’s modeling company, and they were working a banquet in Vegas. My moms main job is as a flight attendant though, so we fly free. So my dad just took off to Vegas the night of my moms job, and when they were done, he took her and all her model friends (7 of them) to a fancy-ass restaurant. He’s friends with one of the waiters there just from visiting so often, but they don’t know much about my dads life/job/whatever. So when my dad shows up with a bunch of models, the waiter comes up and he’s like “ok dude spill. what do you do? what’s your job?” And my dads like “it’s a mystery” because he’s a mailman

[yeeowch]

Fallout: New Vegas (2010)

[gary36]

[gary36]

[genderlich-deactivated20211204]

being poor is traumatic. even if you’re not homeless or starving. never being able to get anything nice for yourself, never being able to go out to eat without feeling guilty, never being able to do anything fun that isn’t free, making you housebound in bad weather because you can’t afford to go to a cafe or a movie. it takes a toll. being poor under capitalism makes your life a waking nightmare. this post must be reblogged by everyone.

[gary36]

[waterbody]

anemones seen here using specialized body growths called acrorhagi to attack each other during an argument in the intertidal zone.

Anthopluera xanthogrammica San Mateo county CA, Aug. 2015 / T3i /

[stunningpicture]

Mushrooms blooming in the tree bark.

[peaches-of-1]

Yellow Byeongkwan

Made for anon! Requests are open!

[calycat]

[purrfurnax]

is that a black panther

[acecroft]

Rusty-spotted cat | World’s smallest cat

[gary36]

I went where they would put me.

With my insides in and my spine out.

So you could see my name and what I'm about.

Cramped between an old German Sweed and a middle aged. Australian mother of two.

They both have a lot to say. I feel welcome in their crew.

I checked in on old Ginsberg, my fellow, my countryman, my dude.

He was doing good.

I flipped him open to 894.

There was my name.

In a poem about a night on his front porch.

Like he was saying hello.

I passed by King on the way.

Nobody's got more to say than him.

Poor bastard has no one left.

All alone on a shelf.

All his own.

Blathering to himself.

King of the shelf.

They almost kicked Burgess out.

They just have the one you expect.

That's the one he hates.

Burroughs nextdoor was looking thin.

I wouldn't worry, he never really fit in.

He'd be happy to be gray with dust,

Green with mold, wrinkled and wet,

Rotting and old, perched on a broken record player.

In a dying antique store.

I met someone my age.

Frankly she's doing much better than me.

She keeps it short and tough and bittersweet.

I liked her so much I brought her home with me.

But she's in LA and I doubt we'll ever speak.

I saw cross-legged young lovers on the floor.

Hanging out talking poetry.

Leaning close and bumping knees.

Low by the shelf just like young me.

Except there was no one for me to talk to.

Probably there could've been.

But I only had eyes for you.

I went where they'd put me.

But I'd rather be next to you.