DAVID, Gerard Virgin and Child with the Milk Soup c. 1515 Oil on oak, 33 x 28 cm Aurora Trust, New York

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
noise dept.
almost home
Three Goblin Art
trying on a metaphor
todays bird
dirt enthusiast
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cherry valley forever
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DAVID, Gerard Virgin and Child with the Milk Soup c. 1515 Oil on oak, 33 x 28 cm Aurora Trust, New York
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we all deserved so much better...
Miasma
Pure as the fragrance of strawberry fields your love, a vapor of care that drowns the miasma of vague promises and unpleasant stench leaving the sweetness of untainted air…
i can smell it now...
Jean Paul Gaultier Fall 2006 RTW
never gets old
I agree
this is the ONLY fashion show I want to attend
what I want to know is why is everyone sleeping on my summer ‘17 Spotify playlist?
https://open.spotify.com/user/12162484906/playlist/6GxRkjkgCGrH9lpmdt4E1u
Saturday night
and every asshole is making a woman laugh all the pricks are getting laid each miserable sinner has a warm body beside them
and here I am listening to my life tick away where the ugly things that fly on moonless nights slam against my window
guess I need to be more of an empty bonehead
is that you, Elliot?
My lilies are not white. My blooming bits, my petals for you are stained from days living in shades of blue. The crimson of violence you've put here too, vines of rose-white boyhood dissolve like morning dew. My eyes of emerald, once glistening like polished jade, have become embittered in this world of rage. Goodbye to the boy you once knew. He is gone now, thickets of thorny belladonna rising where love once grew.
The Landscape Has Changed, the Florist Is Estranged by Isaac James Flores
i wish i was different. then maybe everyone who left would’ve stayed.
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I feel you Michael
no offense but can one of you hurry up and fall in love with me
My cat is a whore. That bitch went and got pregnant.
Are you a stick out your tongue gay, peace sign gay, or a grumpy look gay?
Definitely a grumpy look gay. I mean just look at my avatar.
Thank you, guys!
I’m sort of trying to revive my poetry blog. I would appreciate it if you stopped by to show it some love.
isaacjamespoetry.tumblr.com
this may be a strong contender for best porn intro.
“erm…okay”
“IMMMMMNOT ATTABEACH, S'A BATHTUB”
ARE WE POSITIVE THIS ISN’T FROM AN EPISODE OF ALL THAT OR SOMETHING
i don’t think they told that man what kind of movie he was going to be in