this is not entirely true:

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Mon, 13 May 2013 00:05:19 -0400

gothhipster: ilovegothgirls

Mon, 13 May 2013 00:04:59 -0400

gothhipster:

ilovegothgirls

tea-bicycleandglasses: down hill

Mon, 13 May 2013 00:04:38 -0400

tea-bicycleandglasses:

down hill

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aupaysnatal: Photo taken by Asha Maura Makeup by Celina Osborne

Mon, 13 May 2013 00:00:12 -0400

aupaysnatal:

Photo taken by Asha Maura

Makeup by Celina Osborne

paulmaybury: Last of my commission work. I drew an alternate...

Mon, 13 May 2013 00:00:05 -0400

paulmaybury:

Last of my commission work. I drew an alternate version of this but I didn’t like it very much. Then my dog stepped on it and I took it as a sign.

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Sun, 12 May 2013 23:58:45 -0400

distortus: Ania Swiatlowska - 4th Day With Headache

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:58:09 -0400

distortus:

Ania Swiatlowska - 4th Day With Headache

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grammatolatry: The New Year, Mary Karr

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:54:02 -0400

grammatolatry:

The New Year, Mary Karr

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nevver: Mikko Kuorinki

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 12:49:16 -0400

nevver:

Mikko Kuorinki

"This is not what the door’s for—slamming you up against, opening your legs with my knee. And it..."

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 03:14:27 -0400

“This is not what the door’s for—slamming
you up against, opening
your legs with my knee. And it isn’t
leaving, the thing I keep doing
with my shoes still on, or in the car
in the driveway in broad
daylight after waving
goodbye to your neighbors
again. But my body’s a bad
dog, all dumb tongue
and hunger, down
on all fours again, tied up
outside again, coming
when called but then always refusing
to stay. I know what I’m trying
to say, but it isn’t
talking, the thing that I do with my mouth
to your ear, even though
we got the orifices right. To leave
I would have to put clothes on,
and they’d have to fit better
than all of this skin. To leave
I would have to know where to begin:
like this, pressed up
against the half-open window? Like
this, with my foot on the gas? If seeing
is believing then why isn’t touching
knowing for sure? I just want my nerves
to do the work for me, I don’t want
to have to decide. There’s blood in my hands
for fight and blood in my legs
for flight and nowhere
a sign. Believe me, I’ll leave if you just
let me touch you again for the last
last time.”

- Ali Shapiro, I Keep Trying to Leave but the Sex Just Gets Better and Better (via grammatolatry)

"Right away there’s thinking. Right away. No matter how much I want my face to moon with no..."

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 03:08:03 -0400

“Right away there’s thinking. Right away.
No matter how much I want my face to moon
with no contortion, leave all talk to voiceovers.
Hands take after purrs. Nicknames remind us
mostly of the fun inventing them. Every beach
fire is a kind of desperate flag. Cops pull over a
riding lawnmower, and the man won’t turn it off.
We walk the dike that crosses I-91. Headlights
pan like reasons. We’re keeping warm. Cars aren’t
fireflies, which is not even how I feel. “Funny isn’t
the same as being happy,” I tell you. Duh. Neither is
that. A family of tiny arsonists live in burned out
delivery trucks behind your neck. They are your
bad pillow. Hands wobble. It’s never been infinity
with me. Infinity is something I can fist bump.
It’s more like when I chew the top off a lightbulb,
and there’s no blob of light to hold. Carry. Get
close. Let me eat your eyelash like a mission.
If we plant it in a divot on my cheek, maybe I’ll
grow your love of coats. The lay of your wrist
when you’re tired. What plays in your head after
you gnaw my finger, look at me, teething the skin like
wrapping paper you want to save for next Christmas.
Sometimes I know that I don’t know what’s going to happen
next, but I know exactly who I’m going to be with when it
does. This feeling is called kiss me. This feeling is called hi.
But maybe you’re not thinking of anything. I’ve thought
about that. We’re on a hillside. Night grass. Grass face.
And the sky is clear enough to see exactly how you feel.”

- “You Can Know That Wait Means Stay,” Mike Young (via grammatolatry)

"In the first hour of another life, I named you god and took to singing the glory of you. Even the..."

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 12:08:30 -0400

“

In the first hour of another life, I named you god and took to singing the glory of you.
Even the feral saints called me mad but I was intoxicated, then, with the glory of you.

But that was another life, and its echo my curse. Somewhere in time, a symphony stirs,
but my praise songs and prophecies are nothing more than a sad girl’s story of you.

When I said I would find you anywhere, I thought there was nothing I could not foresee.
But blindfolded, bereft, I cannot locate the name you live by now in my rosary of you.

Do you remember how I came to your door, a vagabond, night after night? You asked what
magic or weapon I dispelled wolves and fiends with, but all I had was the armory of you.

And, lover, if you only knew – the only demon I knew was you. Caught between your teeth,
losing my head between your thighs, my fate irresistible, even knowing the augury of you.

I inhabit the past now, I speak no more predictions. To forget is mere Cassandra wish – and
would I want to? The nights are so long, and there is no body warm as the memory of you.

”

- Sharanya Manivannan, Cassandra’s Ghazal (via yesyes)

the-starlight-hotel: dotwork sleeves and back piece by Nazareno...

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 01:34:17 -0500

the-starlight-hotel:

dotwork sleeves and back piece by Nazareno Tubaro

I love this. And is it just the lighting or is this done in blue? I’m so used to seeing this type of stuff done in just blackwork. The blue is stunning.

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