May 2013
2 posts
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I took a tumbling hiatus,
December 2012
6 posts
The Parking Garage
spookycomics:
http://instagr.am/p/SvcKJ0p8hn/ →
why
dumbassfils:
do all the fruits
i like to eat
have Yonic Implications
I eat the fruit
and I say
to myself
You should be ashamed
of how Obvious
you are
November 2012
24 posts
6 tags
“The mind is full of monstrous, hybrid, unmanageable emotions. That the age of...”
– Virginia Woolf (via stickyembraces)
disgustinghuman:
i like being on the bus because then i look into people’s cars and watch them pick their noses and then i like to catch their eye and let them know we just shared a moment together
“I say that one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet makes himself a seer by a long, prodigious, and rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he consumes all the poisons in him, and keeps only their quintessences. This is an unspeakable torture during which he needs all his faith and superhuman strength, and during...
the is in the most trivial
middles explaining and highs wink
here milk soul for c l i n g until the droplet pools beneath the glass or f l o a t as embersor
m a e
t
s
rise as
“The experience of our generation: that capitalism will not die a natural death.”
– Walter Benjamin: The Arcades Project (via fuckyeahphilosophy)
“People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being...”
– Kim Culbertson (via ikenbot)
October 2012
21 posts
youre not allowed to call people cuties either
dumbassfils:
thats a diminutive you ignorant shithead what kind of monster wants to diminish a human fucking being
“Had Robinson Crusoe never left the highest, or more correctly the most visible...”
– Kafka, Robinson Crusoe (via nevver)
“I’m a Karamazov… when I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down...”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via gloomy-planets)
heels up! is mine and matthew’s go-to drink toast
siamese twins severing scalp
civil war and cauterized
often times the two don’t survive
and one tugs the other’s soul in
scapeled strokes,
but this time will be different,
the doctor told the mommy
who coiled and stared at the eveness
of her shoelaces
untying in uniform with the doctor’s word
the daddy stood centered and collected
if he paced he would be choosing baby...
“A poem invites you to feel. More than that: it invites you to respond. And...”
– Muriel Rukeyser, The Life of Poetry (via litverve) 