Slow Chaos

i am a dog walking backwards

[daisylongmile]

“No hunger. No longing. No thirst. Lately, my dreams are discussing the worst of me. They’ve got such great points, so I don’t argue. I pick at food in a way of keeping this vessel awake because I haven’t fully committed to dying yet. It is amazing how long you can go without saying anything. Life is almost better this way– to only observe how everything happens, how the world keeps moving, without being a part of it.”

— Schuyler Peck, Unmedicated (via schuylerpeck)

[gumuhit]

relationships (2016)

[8-bitfiction]

[tchaikovskaya]

the other side of the coin, which seems to not be clicking with most people, of “so many more women are victims of sexual violence than we realized and so few speak out” is “so many more men than we thought are sexual predators who continue to live with zero consequences for it because they like all other men benefit from women’s shame and silence”

[lilysssssssblog]

my body: please lily…. food…

me: No! only Cig a ret

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“My blood is more or less ready to start circulating again,”

— Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh wr. c. February 1888

[slymyu]

Bounce To Break (Houdini Soft Body)

[purplebuddhaproject]

“Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter.”

— African Proverb (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[mohinidelphina]

allowing myself to be vulnerable? in THIS economy?????????????

[curseworm]

i open my mouth and eight colored ribbons fall out dangling past my chin you pull the first one and my right arm twitches. you pull the eighth one

[tonightweredrinkingfromthebong]

gwen stefani was right when she said this shit is bananas

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[hotcommunist-deactivated2019032]

at the therapist

me: this week has been so quiet and mysterious….I’ve been an 8 on the hozier scale of brooding and I’ve made love to the banshee

my therapist: for the last time “mysterious” is not a quantifiable mood and I don’t know what the fuck the hozier scale is

[hotcommunist-deactivated2019032]

2 weeks later

my therapist, finally worn down by my nonsense: okay, you know what, tell me the scale

me, unrolling an ancient scroll i’ve been keeping in my rucksack for just this occasion:

1. awake at dawn communing with the owls

2. holding a wake for a fox i found in a forest that had hyacinths growing from its chest

3. titties

4. finding the baba yaga

5. covering myself from head to toe in peony petals and walking into the sea

6. swimming in a peat bog and discovering the toads are all lesbians

7. assembling ikea furniture for my wife

8. titties again, but avant garde 

9. inviting the banshee in for tea

10. crawling into the moss within an old hollow log deep in the forest and eating out persephone 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenská, wr. c. 1920, featured in “Letters to Milena,” (x)

[rosewater1997]

Are you there god It’s me your bastard child 

[carlyraevolutionjepsen]

[art-creature]

slip away / gel pens

[art-creature]

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