"There were only fifteen thousand polar bears in the world, and five billion of me. To let one of them devour my all-too-common flesh would, if only slightly, help adjust the grievous imbalance." - Lawrence Millman
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"There were only fifteen thousand polar bears in the world, and five billion of me. To let one of them devour my all-too-common flesh would, if only slightly, help adjust the grievous imbalance." - Lawrence Millman
—forum signature circa 2011, source unknown
Civil Service, Claire Schwartz
“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity.”
— Edvard Munch (via leave-me-colourless)
The Plaque Series
The concept art of Jenny Holzer.
youre the rumble in my chest
and baby i wish you could feel it too
Erik Olson (Canadian, b. 1982, Calgary, Alberta, Canada) - Tigers in the Night, 2011, Paintings: Oil on Canvas
Flesh is a constant haunting.
Airea D. Matthews, from “Select passages from The holy writ of us,” in Simulacra
I’m so fucking tired of haunting this body, I just wanna move on.
Your skin is a book, mired in lines and dots that tell me the story of your life, and baby do I wanna turn your pages.
Thoughts of you are just running circles around my head, like you’ve crawled under my skin to clutch at my lungs and push the air from them. And some day I’ll reach into my chest and pull you out through all the bones and resplendent, harmoniously screaming pain.
This year I won’t make something good, but I will make something.
When I remember you it’s always like sharp teeth against my skin; icy claws dragging against my back in slow, steady circles.
is it okay to reblog these things to rp blogs? i just want to be totally sure
Yeah, go ahead!
I am an archive of terrible things.
It’s a fitting punishment for a monster. To want something so much—to hold it in your arms—and know beyond a doubt you will never deserve it.
Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn (via gayboleyn)