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me, at this very moment

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— 15 hours ago with 412775 notes
the last question my therapist asked me today

"you made sure to bathe in the blood moon on monday night, right?"

— 1 day ago with 9 notes
sullenmoons:

Ludwig Schwarzer - Der Planet, 1977

sullenmoons:

Ludwig Schwarzer - Der Planet, 1977

(Source: toutpetitlaplanete, via skeetshoot)

— 1 day ago with 4280 notes
skeetshoot:

RIP (Last Rites)

Rip the long curtains off their rung and let the night 
violet watch while you do it. With my body spread 
in the usual position—face up on the bed sheet’s blue 
pall—start at the head. Kiss the convex of my jaw’s 
corner. Cover me in lips until you reach my collar, 
then stretch your arm across my ribs, past my neck
and beard, to paw that story spot—the bare slash 
through my mustache—numb bite a mutt big as a bear 
left. You remember what to do next: go down 
the opposite direction. Curl a thumb into my belly 
button. Finger that balloon tie while you try to figure
out where I was all this time. When you see it, tremble 
my nipples’ pink tambourine zills: whistle, then hush 
to hear if my skin beats through yours still. Blow 
back the black hairs that curve in comma and cause 
the same little pauses. Stop where they lead. Hitch 
your knuckles around my hips’ bone saddle; I’ve grown 
so hard since you found me. Look how my ass spasms, 
now my knees lock, I lose all control, even my pinky toes 
follow and stiffen into spirals like armadillos or those gray 
basement beetles exposed in flashlight the instant you roll 
their rock roof right off to catch them balling. Sweetheart, 
don’t go calling the police yet—please stay. Play sentry asleep 
over me on your side of the mattress. Promise the second 
you wake up you’ll forget whatever you always half unheard 
me humming to remember me better in echo of the air. 

oh <3 

skeetshoot:

RIP (Last Rites)


Rip the long curtains off their rung and let the night

violet watch while you do it. With my body spread

in the usual positionface up on the bed sheet’s blue

pallstart at the head. Kiss the convex of my jaw’s

corner. Cover me in lips until you reach my collar,

then stretch your arm across my ribs, past my neck

and beard, to paw that story spotthe bare slash

through my mustachenumb bite a mutt big as a bear

left. You remember what to do next: go down

the opposite direction. Curl a thumb into my belly

button. Finger that balloon tie while you try to figure

out where I was all this time. When you see it, tremble

my nipples’ pink tambourine zills: whistle, then hush

to hear if my skin beats through yours still. Blow

back the black hairs that curve in comma and cause

the same little pauses. Stop where they lead. Hitch

your knuckles around my hips’ bone saddle; I’ve grown

so hard since you found me. Look how my ass spasms,

now my knees lock, I lose all control, even my pinky toes

follow and stiffen into spirals like armadillos or those gray

basement beetles exposed in flashlight the instant you roll

their rock roof right off to catch them balling. Sweetheart,

don’t go calling the police yet—please stay. Play sentry asleep

over me on your side of the mattress. Promise the second

you wake up you’ll forget whatever you always half unheard

me humming to remember me better in echo of the air.

oh <3 

(Source: tricktrap)

— 1 day ago with 27 notes

steve reich - “music for 18 musicians” (full)

— 1 day ago with 1 note
i just wanna puke on the stereo

i just wanna puke on the stereo

— 2 days ago with 2 notes
deydey:

me and arielle, my cosmic sister

i&#8217;m so thankful for this person lighting up my life every day! and i miss bagby hot springs.

deydey:

me and arielle, my cosmic sister

i’m so thankful for this person lighting up my life every day! and i miss bagby hot springs.

— 2 days ago with 8 notes

austramusic:

Frozen trees in Finland - Poof!

infinity room: phalli’s field

— 3 days ago with 60 notes

snakeoil:

likeafieldmouse:

Francis Alys - Sometimes Making Something Leads to Nothing (1997)

(via drag-open)

— 3 days ago with 25917 notes
sunday-thought:

Drop Out
4-color Riso print
2014
made exclusively for The Editorial Magazine.
Pick up Issue 10 for a copy of the new print!

sunday-thought:

Drop Out

4-color Riso print

2014

made exclusively for The Editorial Magazine.

Pick up Issue 10 for a copy of the new print!

— 3 days ago with 33 notes