ikor:

the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods

[ik0r]

Development arrived 

  dressed in gold—

 the color straight-forward,

  both inside and out.

 We became speckled parts of the sidewalk

  on the face of the clear sky,

 and a gentle tinkle 

  upon

  this forgotten

  world.

[purplemonkeysexgod69]

what came first

the cricket or the silence

[ik0r]

"how little honey we can savor on our tongue if we fear of only being stung"

—ikor

[ik0r]

"fairytales exist only in forgotten books and the heartshelves of children; I can take you there, either one, but there’s no promise of coming back"

—ikor

[ik0r]

"how long does it take before a sacred memory becomes an empty promise; neck hung, shoulders hunched and eyes looking blankly into tomorrow, wondering how the toll of history became so steep"

—ikor

[ik0r]

—ikor

[vomksy]

refuse to be the person that destroyed you

[stuffedanimalpurse-deactivated2]

[nevver]

Bukowski

[ik0r]

—ikor

[lustsandluxuries]

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.” In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over. Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms. When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.

Caitlin Moran (via scatteredandshining)

[orloviephoto]

Barry McGee retrospective at the Berkley Art Museum. 

[numele1-deactivated20181006]

[man-and-camera]

Man is the most insane species. He worships an invisible God, while destroying a visible nature. Unaware that the nature he is destroying is this God he is worshipping.

Hubert Reeves (via man-and-camera)

[soupmagazine]

[ik0r]

From The Blue Sweater, by Jacqueline Novogratz

[alinadujour]