Voor de woorden en kunst

Schoonheid in tekst en beeld, dat is dus soortvan een beetje mijn ding, ofzo

[pink-lady-joij]

Me *Watching Saving private Ryan to distract myself from the aching hole where my wisdom thooth once was* : Cülture

[hungwy]

oh god im responsible for me

[theinternetarchive]

knitted textures from 'the encyclopedia of knitting,' lesley stanfield and melody griffith, pub. 2000.

[dysphoria-things]

(no beers in) do you guys think i'm redeemable

[woordmonding]

De donkere wolken trekken laag en zwaar over de platte velden. Door de dorre lege takken zijn de rode lichtpuntjes van de windmolens te zien. Traag gaan de wieken, wat is de rode gloed aan de horizon? Als een artificiëler zonsondergang, denk ik aan de schreeuw, terwijl ik op 130 km per uur een vrachtwagen met kippen inhaal.

Een dystopie , hoe herken je die?

[anais-ninja-bitch]

how write book?

[cargopantsman]

like that but more

[anais-ninja-bitch]

oh noooooo

[velinxi]

Wedding night (OCs)

[everythingever]

the vocabulary of loss is the dictionary

[orpheuslament]

is anyone else disgusted by the enormity of their desire or is it just me & richard siken

[how-to-devour-life]

This is me if you even care (not my original quote)

[nietzonderzorgen]

“Laat me niet los, jij bent alles wat ik nodig heb.”

— (via kletsmajoor)

[grackleclaw]

the human body is an engineering marvel. I sneeze in bright light. if I dont get enough sunlight on my skin I get tired and sad and have to drink a lot of milk to fix it. standing too much hurts, but sitting too much also hurts. if I get a virus, my body will increase its temperature in an attempt to cook it, which also cooks my brain cells. toenails exist. I have to turn the radio down to see better when I drive. there are 17 genes dictating what my hair texture is, but it completely changes when the air is too humid. yawning is contagious. there are more species of bacteria living in my body than there are species of birds in the entire world. every few months I grievously injure my neck by "sleeping on it weird." it took seven million years of human evolution to form me, and now I'm afraid of phone calls.

[cannotsleepenough]

about hands

boot theory - richard siken (from crush)

bag of bones - mitski (from lush)

ode to masturbation - ocean vuong (from night sky with exit wounds)

[langleavpoetry]

[young-studios]

[cansu-m]

[categorized-art-collection]

Timm Ulrichs, “Wolf im Schafspelz – Schaf im Wolfspelz: Ein Verwandlungskunststück (Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing - Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing: A conversation piece)” (2005/10): Ulrichs demonstrates a sharp wit with this smart arrangement of objects. Here he presents a literal translation of the Biblical idiom of the “wolf in sheep’s clothing” and pits across its opposite, the inverted metaphor “sheep in wolf’s clothing.” It’s interesting to witness how simply changing the exterior of each stuffed animal seems to change the physiology and the expressiveness of the animal. In this case, the skeletal interior seems to preserve the animal’s inner “essence,” since the sheep in wolf’s clothing looks like a docile wolf, while the wolf in sheep’s clothing looks like a predator sheep.

[selavy]

[poemswords]