Red Neon Lights

But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin. ~Aldous Huxley

[swampmaiden-deactivated20150305]

you see a tiny sign planted in the ground. bending down to read, you just make out, in impossibly tiny script "a mundane clump of dirt; much beloved by god, like any other"

[findus]

Tim Skellett@Gurdur:

An aerial view of a sheepdog as it demonstrates fluid mechanics, and it also shows a sheep is a particle, while a flock is a wave.

[rob-pattinson]

EZRA MILLER GQ Style UK S/S 2020 › ph. Jeff Bark

[uspiria]

Helter Skelter (2012) dir. Mika Ninagawa

[evilspice]

the past few days my brain keeps thinking about that "TIL a baby was named Diot Coke in 1379"

[klinger4yossarian-deactivated20]

@funereal-disease​

[mumblingsage]

Move the fuck over, “Tiffany problem.” 

[weltenwellen]

Adonis, from “Persons”, Selected Poems

[alrauna]

Welder Wings (@welderwings) 

[ombrosalgia]

From Leslie Jamison’s “The Empathy Exams”

[brittany]

I’m following this rock band. Tonight’s gonna be their last show.

Jennifer’s Body (2009), dir. Karyn Kusama

[occultclassicalart]

WHISTLER, James Abbott McNeill (1834-1903)

Nocturne in Black and Gold The Falling Rocket 1875 Oil on canvas Detroit Institute of Arts Ed. Orig. (Ed. Lic.: CC0 1.0)

[valtsv]

"woman"? no, you misheard. i'm an omen.

[valtsv]

i don't identify as "male" or "female", i identify as a warning

[bitchontheprairie]

from an interview with Céline Sciamma

[jinxproof]

Ali Michael | ph. Michael Donovan

© Michael Donovan

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

We do not fight our dark passions with a sober, bloodless, neutral virtue which rises above passion, but with other, more violent passions.

Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by Richard Howard, from “The Rock Garden,”

[quotemadness]

When I talk to you I am happy. Because you listen, and my words find a home.

Edmond Jabès

[bob-belcher]

Russian Doll, The Great Escape (S01E02)

[silkyy-soft]

“I was— am— terrified of being owned. By a god or a man or a child or a place. By anyone or anything but myself.”

— Brenna Womer, from “Empire Blue,” Atypical Cells of Undetermined Significance (via lifeinpoetry)