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afuturism

Jesus meets Yakuza in a sauna. Conversation makes total sense.

by Omar Ribes Valls

photo by Matthias Heiderich

lifeinpoetry

What is a book but a burst of weeping / or song? A book is a ragged or torn sound and the impossibility of a body / of a writing / to hold such a feeling / such a release.

Carrie Lorig, from Reading as a Wildflower Activist (via lifeinpoetry)

buzzfeed

This Little Girl Went As A “Spirited Away” Character For Halloween And Became A Meme

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“She managed to scare her classmates and one cried,” she said. “Her wish came true, so she’s very happy.”

n0chillvibes

Me as a child

evokesart

Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1963

moonflock

there is a theory for everything & all of them start with the moon on fire. the moon is my ancestor but I don’t know it yet. the moon lights up my skin like a love scene in movies where every girl is a bird winging out of a wound, every girl stitches a map onto her eyelids leading out of her body. how many genres of appetite, how many ways to be hungered: meat me where you want me, carve my hamhips to handholds & tender my lips leaking light the color of thigh fat, I noise myself into your mouth, the kind of scream that rips a thumb out by its root. boys prove their hardness by planting themselves like knives into prey bodies, pray bodies are more than their hearts stuffed and feathered, their hearts pitted at the center: a fingersized hole where the moon used to be. it is natural to fear ghosts and the memories of boys. to give birth to a fist and lick it bald. I take ghosts by the lungful, pass them like breaths, a body adapts to all the bodies inside it, so many you name me a slaughterhouse. the hands that delivered me I felled like soft fruit, I have learned the meaning of harvest: to cull the doors from the house, reveal the room racked with all my lost teeth & bite the hand that is fed to me.

ethnography, kristin chang (via moonflock)