Someone once told me I was a coward, and it’s been eating at me like fire ants. I need an outlet, and someone to tell me I’m right.
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Someone once told me I was a coward, and it’s been eating at me like fire ants. I need an outlet, and someone to tell me I’m right.
I have so much for you.
single and ready to single
My back ached and you stole some of it on the way out. I’m not ashamed that you attempted to find me near midnight, because I was alone too.
Let me smell something other than dried leaves at this age, where shy-men buckle under the transparent treason of their own hands, curves and simple words in between us careen off your edges and are found being torn apart under some bed like old-tales. I’m not going to fight it.
I’ve hidden under it, and it’s been simple. Though some streets are louder than mine, I’m still content with the things they say. It’s another month closer to October; I want my hallways to be haunted and webbed because there’s nothing more comforting than finding someone so close in the dark.
Tribute to Akira Kurosawa’s Ran by artist Coke Navarro.
Dev Patel photographed by Lionel Deluy.
I was hypnotized, seeing zombie-eyes that held me in my place. The skin on my hands matched the temperature outside as I buried my head in your lap. I’ve never felt actual silk or fine thread, but I could feel the stitches from past rips and tears on your thighs. Your thin hair poured on my face as you looked down at me; a high priest wondered who they would purify next. Heat rose along my neck and ears like some red-wine finally meeting my conscious. I want to end up in the ocean one night, wake up freezing and stare into some dark void, tremendously feeling absolute loss. I won’t look for any form of light. I won’t grab for any oxygen. I will wither and drown,
and I might find god.
Cosmonaut Valeriy V. Polyakov, aboard Russia’s Mir space station, looks out Mir’s window during rendezvous operations with the Space Shuttle Discovery .
by NASA on The Commons
Lionel Bret, “Stranded”
I mean. I always dreamed of following a rogue NASA into oblivion, but not like this
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Thunderstorms as seen from the ISS
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Pueblo Pluto, 1949
Blade Runner - Fan Art Poster
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