[mikaeled]

B.I.T.C.H

[stability]

[poetical-irony]

my naem is skwid

i am not fish.

i mite be sick

so im in dish.

the doctor touch

it give me shock.

i do not trust

so now im rock

[sarahmackattack]

10/10 squid poetry, on my evergreen squid tweet 😂

[twixnmix]

Eartha Kitt performing at El Rancho Vegas in 1955.

Photos by George Silk for LIFE magazine

[feeling-the-retrovintage]

Ed, Edd n Eddy.

[indya-moore]

[aspiring-translator]

I remember a teacher telling me how Archaeologists would hack off the noses of statues they found in order to remove any indication that it was of a black person or any POC. It hurts me to think of all the art we’ve lost and damaged because of historical revisionism and flat out racism.

[littlebearie]

I…wasn’t taught this. Only about penises being broken off as censorship.

[thirstygirlclub]

When I was in primary school (around 8 or 9) I asked why none of the Egyptian statues had noses. They lied to us and said that they broke off because they were a really fragile bit of the statues so when I learnt the real reason (years later) I was so pissed off with teachers for lying to millions of school children around the world. It’s disgusting and needs to be taught properly.

[tracknumber06]

[melodies-forthesoul]

Tears for you

You asked if I would cry tears for you

And at the time I didn’t know

If I could shed tears

for a hardened broken soul

My memories filled with bottles of beer

And at your death I did shed tears

Of grief I’ve held since this began

All for you until the very end

Tears of anger for the times you left

To wallow in all the secrets you kept

Hidden from everyone this lonely man

We never met or could understand

And I cried bitter tears as I heard cries

Of all the stolen years and broken ties

Tears of sadness as I saw them there

By your side saying no one ever cared

The guilt of not knowing what was said

To drive you away to the stray path ahead

And it broke my heart to hear them mourn

Of mixed feeling and they still feel torn

Tears so bitter like our family’s name

All of the suffering to them we blame

Of a life ended too soon that could’ve been saved

From a cruel world full of waste and twists of fate

Go in peace my loved one you will be missed

As we cry tears for you wishing everlasting happiness

[pistolpen]

For the all time great

I have never been well acquainted with my grief.

We are two strangers sharing a body,

And I am afraid of letting her take over.

My insides scream to push her out,

But the more I fight her,

The more she controls me.

And I want to hate her,

Hate her for loving him,

Hate her for reminding me of him,

Hate her for not wanting to just get over it.

But hating her makes me feel like losing him,

And I don’t want that either.

On days like this,

She wraps herself around my soul,

And shows me of all the memories we’ve had,

All the memories we could’ve made.

I see myself kneeling at his grave,

And I see her wracking my body,

And the tears cascading down my face.

Reminding me of the pain she’s caused me.

But then,

She shows me the silence after the funeral,

And the isolation,

And the atmosphere of darkness in my life,

Reminding me that the greatest grief is feeling none at all.

[sixlanesent]

[sixlanesent]

[supersonicart]

Arna Miller & Ravi Zupa: Drunk Cats.

Exceptional drunken cat matchboxes by artists Arna Miller and Ravi Zupa.  And yes, you can actually order the matchboxes here.

Don’t miss Supersonic Art on Instagram!

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