“The Last Thing A 1994 Honda Civic’s Catalytic Converter Will Ever See Before I Pawn It For Gas Station B*ner Pills.”
Micah Ulrich, ink on paper. 2025.
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if i look back, i am lost
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Misplaced Lens Cap

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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“The Last Thing A 1994 Honda Civic’s Catalytic Converter Will Ever See Before I Pawn It For Gas Station B*ner Pills.”
Micah Ulrich, ink on paper. 2025.
"Ape" by Russell Edson
You haven’t finished your ape, said mother to father, who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers. I’ve had enough monkey, cried father. You didn’t eat the hands, and I went to all the trouble to make onion rings for its fingers, said mother. I’ll just nibble on its forehead, and then I’ve had enough, said father. I stuffed its nose with garlic, just like you like it, said mother. Why don’t you have the butcher cut these apes up? You lay the whole thing on the table every night; the same fractured skull, the same singed fur; like someone who died horribly. These aren’t dinners, these are post-mortem dissections. Try a piece of its gum, I’ve stuffed its mouth with bread, said mother. Ugh, it looks like a mouth full of vomit. How can I bite into its cheek with bread spilling out of its mouth? cried father. Break one of the ears off, they’re so crispy, said mother. I wish to hell you’d put underpants on these apes; even a jockstrap, screamed father. Father, how dare you insinuate that I see the ape as anything more than simple meat, screamed mother. Well what’s with this ribbon tied in a bow on its privates? screamed father. Are you saying that I am in love with this vicious creature? That I would submit my female opening to this brute? That after we had love on the kitchen floor I would put him in the oven, after breaking his head with a frying pan; and then serve him to my husband, that my husband might eat the evidence of my infidelity … ? I’m just saying that I’m damn sick of ape every night, cried father.
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“Terrifically twisted glitch that brought me here. Long-distance luck or lack thereof. Oh we had hints but they were pure Hint: the dirty dish of milk, the silver scarab Beetles drying totemic on every screendoor. Darkness dehiscing, discharged stars in dejecta, I lit my dark lantern but kept each louver Chocked. It made the black seem blacker, sharp trifecta Of seams, beams so thin the lines on things Made them more masked, unmanageable, more Unimaginable than when we had only the tissue strings Of our memories to tug on. And I felt both sure That if I revealed more night night would break Us & ashamed that we might have broken night. Undeviating black visibility here. The wake Of verb to noun—three thin strips of light … Meanwhile, our situation has been upgraded to A “Situation.” Sitzkrieg of the remaining senses. The sear & stench of the sucked fuel from the flue And wick wheezing like lungs lashed between tenses.”
— Ben Doller, “Dark Lantern” in Radio, Radio
Yoooo took a few years but now I hate you, bitch. Hope you rot!
Xiao Wen by Liu Song for Wallpaper China Magazine March 2025
WHERE IS SHE?
WHERE DID THEY TOOK HER?
idgaf if my parents are disappointed in me I'm not impressed by them either
top 3 places to bleed out:
1. the snow
2. your lover/best friend/homoerotic comrade’s arms
3. bathroom floor
seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors
I work at a bookstore and hearing one of my male coworkers call smutty romantasy "the downfall of society" because it's "literally just porn" radicalized me
Men have an entire industry. Entire industries dedicated to their sexualities. Let women have fantasy sex. there's not even a camera crew involved.
Left this in the notes
Rosé for Saint Laurent
*pulls away from the kiss and looks away bashfully* i-i'm sorry but.. i don't like it when your giant blood spider watches us make out
her: don't worry it's chill he doesn't even care
blood spider, telepathically: you should touch her ears and lower back she's really sensitive there
keep going she's close
I think I just found the only reasonable exchange involving two people with opposing views on porn to ever exist on this website
actually so based
"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.
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