🎨 Alice Blake
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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i don't do bad sauce passes

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🎨 Alice Blake
on death with 1. lilies abounded, @petfurniture, twitter; 2. frances molina, “o’death”
“In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.”
— Pablo Neruda, from “October Fullness,” in The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems edited by Mark Eisner (via existential-celestial)
Saw this and this is adorable 🥺🥺🥺🥺
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on the currency they should replace the queen with james from derry girls
Cat dimension
Tito Merello Vilar // Richard Kadrey, Aloha From Hell
Kaveh Akbar, "Famous Americans and Why They Were Wrong" from Pilgrim Bell
nobody ever praises me or pats me on the head or feeds me small treats despite my consistent excellence in the field of not purposefully ripping cabinet doors off their hinges to fulfill some sort of maladaptive destructive urge
Burden bearing hips
— ALBERT CAMUS, “the myth of sisyphus”
girlie you can’t give up now you don’t have the dark green couch of your dreams yet
External shots of botanical gardens by Swiss photographer Samuel Zeller
Two-Headed Calf
by Laura Gilpin
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.
y’all like to make fun of men having pictures with the fishes they caught on tinder but for me that’s hot as fuck. It tells me he has a hobby, leaves the house at least sometimes, has a friend that takes a picture of him, and most importantly, that he has killed. absolute panty dropper
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath