fallin' all over the place

21. southern california. creature of the night. so fucking crazy; but so goddamn free.

[primulaceas]

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

[contemporaryobsessions-blog]

Walter Pfeiffer. 1970-1980. JRP Ringier. Artist book

[1-jt]

It’s too easy for me to never talk to people again 

[eflor]

[avtavr]

radiographic imaging map (profile of a human patient) rendered using local data collected with ‘body sensors’

[girlrose]

can we lay in the grass and stare at the moon or is that lame

[iztac-coatl-deactivated20190408]

[firstfullmoon]

Sometimes you don’t die

when you’re supposed to

& now I have a choice

repair a world or build

a new one inside my body

— Cameron Awkward-Rich, from “Cento Between the Ending and the End”

[firstfullmoon]

Ross Gay, from “Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude,” in Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude

[text ID: I am sorry. I am grateful. I just want us to be friends now, forever. Take this bowl of blackberries from the garden. The sun has made them warm. I picked them just for you. I promise I will try to stay on my side of the couch.]

[luthienne]

Adonis, from Selected Poems; “Body” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)

[neoyorzapoteca]

The Woman Dies | Aoko Matsuda | Granta Magazine

[soracities]

“We have seen Paradise over & over we have lost it every time.”

— Alice Walker, from A Poem Traveled Down My Arm (via wishbzne)

[clementinevonradics]

“This is the house that built me and I’m gonna burn it down. This is the river I crawled from and I refuse to drown here. And bless the strippers but fuck the men. And bless the berries but fuck the farm. And bless the daughter but fuck the family. What is a home if not the first place you learn to run from? You’ve got to bite the hand that starves you, and in doing so Praise the place that birthed you. Birthed you fucked up. Birthed you ugly, and interesting, and ready to scream.”

— Courtney Love Prays To Oregon, Clementine von Radics

[klennnik]

[dollangangere]

“She. Silent, fawn-eyed. Clever.”

— Sylvia Plath, from Johnny Panic & The Bible Of Dreams: Short Stories, Prose And Diary Excerpts; “Stone Boy with Dolphin,” (via halcynth)

[soracities]

“I don’t know / desire other than the need / to be shattered & / rebuilt”

— Ocean Vuong, from “My Father Writes From Prison”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[feketeribizli]

bro...... you put the home in homie........ (kisses you on the lips)