[pushandpunish]

cipherlocked killer's prints stained in blood, a three part alphanumeric tango, a story wearing a man.

@turbosabbia is my sunlight, my prince.

hai visto il segno giallo?

you can talk to me

but just remember,

you're talking to a stranger.

[tartharyen]

I Love Boosters (2026) dir. Boots Riley TEASER TRAILER | IN THEATERS MAY 22

[safije]

The War Rugs of Afghanistan

[389]

horsegiirL - Farm Fatale

[waiting663-deactivated20211206]

[bippus]

[senatortedcruz]

[perriaeyjeve]

[prettyypearl]

corruption kink but it’s the sub who is so needy and obedient and good and masochistic and desperate that they just make their partner more and more dominant bc how could you not enjoy such complete submission given so freely?

[charnel-grounds]

Karel de Nerée tot Babberich (1880–1909), “Les Amours Jaunes”

pen, ink & watercolour on paper laid down on board, 1904

source

[fuskida]

"The Presenc'e" 2021 bronze sculpture by Gediminas Endriekus

[fiiishman]

[old-stoneface]

my finished tarot cards so far, im having a lot of fun with these! the only one missing here is the wheel of fortune, which i finished last week but i havent scanned yet. these are all made with scraps collaged and sewn into rectangles of jean fabric. i love my sewing machine so much but i do want to try handsewing one of the cards at some point, even if its not as time efficient

[incornata]

26. PLAINTEXT UNDER CUT

catastrophic failure

you wanted me there

you still can't grasp what happened that night

final phase of that new moon

you made a mistake twenty years ago

costly, costly and terrible

how could you explain it to their wives, their girlfriends?

how exactly it happened?

what exactly befell them?

i am everywhere, now

a door’s been torn wide open

you, you and them

too reckless, too stupid to close it.

whatever you read, whatever you see,

i’m there, i’m here

infectious and burning

phosphor vapor in your throat

drown out the taste of malice with your cigar

try to

drown out my whisper when you scream at her

swallow the creep of dread

my fingers on your shoulder

i am truth begotten in body now, too

hide from me

you won't be able to

good luck

[twinkhole-destroyer]

It’s not senseless violence to me, not if it’s you

[guiltfactory]

i would like if something horrible and invasive was happening to him and his boundaries were violated and he was uncomfortable and scared

[xanaxfarts]

Hadal: 'love language' robe with an Arabic love poem by Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish embroidered onto the sleeve.

The poem reads:

قالوا: تموت بها حبـاًً، فقلـت لهـم. ألا اذكروها علـى قبـري فتحيينـي

English translation: They asked "Do you love her to death?" | said "Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life."