Body of Memories

"if you cannot be a poet, be the poem." (all posts are written by me unless noted)

[callmenobuddy-deactivated202208]

cats are smarter than us. cats know they’re not refrigerators. by Calvero

[newyorkersunposed]

By Alberto Reyes

[caseytakespicturesandotherstuff]

Dissociate. 

Self portraits in the place I go to get away from reality.

April, 2015

[artistiq-ue]

“Masculin Féminin”

[kalixma-blog]

In between the light leaks and darkness I found out

Orion wears a shoestring 

In place of a belt

Two scorpions will still sting

In an Empty hell

Scaling dusty star clusters

Looking to shuck each others Empty shells

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Old Photos of People Frolicking at the Beach Don’t these just make you wish you’re on the beach yourself right at this moment, toes in the sand and a refreshing drink on hand? http://bit.ly/1e4J9HJ

[captado]

[trefoiled-deactivated20260516]

[untrustyou]

[wetheurban]

ART: Mixed Media Space Collages by Thom Easton

This digital world is a playground for artists to not only experiment with digital technology but to investigate the spaces between the past and the present, analogue and digital, planet earth and beyond.

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[kemetic-dreams]

http://petitions.moveon.org/sign/banning-exonyms?source=c.em&r_by=11345616

[michelle-brennan]

I Don`t Know How Long It`s Been, Or What Even Happened In The First Place

you had ripped out her heart that night and thought to mail it back to her a week later with a note: "i thought you might need this for closure" the last few months you lifted her up, fooled her into loving you only to cut the ties to watch her drown at the last moment in the lake, naked and bleeding eyes fixed on the moon, searching for a reason why this pain should mean something (shouldn’t it mean something?) you ripped out her heart, and maybe even enjoyed watching the pain you didn’t answer the phone call when she layed naked in the sand struggling for answers, a hand on the hole in her chest you hardly even cared when another week passed and you received a package in the mail. it was her heart, black, in a box with a small note, she wrote: "no keep it, i won’t be needing it anymore"

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Most Popular Photo Last Year by maria_vlachou

[michelle-brennan]

I Don`t Know How Long It`s Been, Or What Even Happened In The First Place

you had ripped out her heart that night and thought to mail it back to her a week later with a note: "i thought you might need this for closure" the last few months you lifted her up, fooled her into loving you only to cut the ties to watch her drown at the last moment in the lake, naked and bleeding eyes fixed on the moon, searching for a reason why this pain should mean something (shouldn't it mean something?) you ripped out her heart, and maybe even enjoyed watching the pain you didn't answer the phone call when she layed naked in the sand struggling for answers, a hand on the hole in her chest you hardly even cared when another week passed and you received a package in the mail. it was her heart, black, in a box with a small note, she wrote: "no keep it, i won't be needing it anymore"

[skeletales]

Nicola Odemann

[the-final-sentence]

When we don’t speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.

Herta Müller, from The Land of Green Plums, trans. Michael Hofmann (via the-final-sentence)

[michelle-brennan]

my time in edingburgh

[perfectionisodd-deactivated2016]

Fuck me drunk, but kiss me sober. Get me high, but show me lower. Touch my life, but feed my soul. Be my lady and be my whore. But just mine. Please

(via perfectionisodd)