[lora-mathis]

Prints of this poem available here. 

[euo]

“We’re like parallel lines: always close - never together.”

— haute-vanity  (via daughterofgollum)

[wishfor-infinity]

[umrzec]

https://instagram.com/p/BSjuLYelkkO/

[exiledwoman]

“What was God trying to remind me of? I’m not someone who needs to be reminded that inside everything is blood. Not only do I not forget the blood inside but I allow and desire it, I am too much blood to forget blood.”

— Clarice Lispector, Forving God (trans. Katrina Dodson)

[astrolocherry]

virgo is the cohesion of mind and body. developing a correlative relationship between thought, mood, and affirmations with the physical body, constructing a clear circuit of communication between both. virgo’s body is a purely spiritual vessel utilised by the divine to conceive its creative vision. the mind is primed to ultimate potential but it cracks very easily. if they ingest something toxic for the mind, they can feel very sick in the stomach. mutable energy can struggle in earth captivity, there is a partial urge to anchor down but conflicting mutable energy can make being comfortable seem uncomfortable

[ofveins]

“Take it. Take it…take it…Take my time, my cares, my blood, my flesh…”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Pages from the Journal of an Author

[frankocean]

SPENDING TIME

SPINNING OUT TOWARD

A DESIRE THAT WASN’T PURE

BORN BEFORE THE VIRUS WAS CURED

PITCH PERFECT

VIOLINS ON THE FLOOR

FAST FORWARD LININGS ON MY SKULL

TYPE OF DESIGN I COULD AFFORD

FAST FORWARD BANDS OUT

GOT THEY HANDS OUT

LIKE THEY’RE ACKNOWLEDGING THE FÜHRER

REWIND NAS TRACK 6

REWIND DANCE CRAZES

READ MY MIND

FREED MY MIND

FEED MY MIND

MAKES SENSE

JUST LIKE MIRRORS ON THE WALL

JUST LIKE SITTING ON ME

RAW IN MIRRORS SEEN IT ALL

COULD MAKE TWO

A PIECE OF MIND

FLICKING ASH

POURING A HALF

DONT POUR IN A GLASS

POUR IT IN FOAM

THAT’S WHITE LIKE EGGSHELLS IN MY OMELETTE

MY EARLOBES ARE YELLOW LIKE THE YOLK IS RUNNING

MY BRAINS ON DRUGS

I STILL HAVE NO PEACE OF MIND

FUCK

WOOF WOOF DOGS IN THE PLACE

LOOSE TOOTH LOST IN THE FRAY

ROOF LOST IN THE WRAITH

ROOF LOST ON THE WAY

FREEWAY

NO ROZAY

BRUTE FORCE

BRUT CHAMPAGNE

TELL THE FRONT DESK TO CUT NEW KEYS

RESERVED IN THE MERCER FOR TWO YEARS

IN TWO SUITES

TOOK OUT THE BED LIKE ITS FUCK SLEEP

ILL SMACK A BITCH LIKE ITS HOT HANDS

FIRED THE LABEL LIKE FUCK BRANDS

COMFORTABLE LOW NIGGA FUCK XANS

COMFORTABLE SLOW WHO THE FUCK RAN

NOTHING IS SWEET

NOTHING IN TANK SWEET

ITS JUST A TANK P

SALT ON A SLUG

SODA ON SLUGGED TEETH

CHEWING ON NOTHING

UR TWEAKING OR SOMETHING

UR REACHING FOR SOMETHING

UR SPEAKING SPEAK UP THEN

UR THINKING UR OVERTHINKING

ONE BLINK AND IM PRECUMMING

THAT COULD TURN EVERY NO ONE

INTO SOMEONE

[coronefile]

水やり

source : ( Sakuya Higuchi )

[distantvoices]

angelina jolie by david lachapelle

[brandybonin]

Visit Original Link

Nirvana || Here She Comes Now

[alraunahomestead]

Kate MacLean (@longestacresfarm)

[rob-pattinson]

EZRA MILLER for GQ Style (2018), ph. Yoshiyuki Matsumara.

[neo-romantic]

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[sseoulful]

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[boudhabar]

by Fritz Kunz

[aghostinsummerclothes-deactivat]

I buried a hatchet It’s coming up lavender The future’s unwritten The past is a corridor I’m at the exit looking back through the hall You are anonymous I am a concrete wall