littlesati:

It’s like sleeping with a spider.

rudygodinez:

Rudy/Godinez, Explosion 1 & 2, (2013)

  art  

meeresstille:

by Margaret Durow (tumblr)

  photography    magic  

anatomy- gilbert sorrentino

corrodedvessel:

Certain portions of the heart
die, and are dead. They are
dead.

Cannot be exorcised or brought
to life.

Do not disturb yourself
to become whole.

They are dead, go down
in the dark and sit with them
once in a while.
  poetry  

likeafieldmouse:

William Betts - Surveillance (2011) - acrylic on canvas

  art  

likeafieldmouse:

Friederike von Rauch - In Secret

  photography  

"….Who
wouldn’t want you? Whose most demonic appetite
could you possibly fail to answer?"

Louise Glück, from “Persephone’s Song" (via violentwavesofemotion)
  poetry  

floreses:

Run this town No. 8

Black form painting no. 8 (1964), Mark Rothko / Run This Town, Jay-Z ft. Kanye West, Rihanna

  art  

euo:

"Marcel, burn it down"
“Oui, Shosanna”

“The Ware Collection of Glass Flowers and Fruit, Harvard Museum”, Mark Doty

  poetry  

atavus:

Sarah Jones - The Rose Gardens, 2008

  flowers    photography  

"Have you ever made a mistake?
A real one? Burned or held a body
you didn’t want because you could feel
its ruin, and it wasn’t you.
By mistake, I mean I would like
to be absolved."

—Stevie Edwards, “Sorry I’m Not Sorry,” published in Drunk in a Midnight Choir (via bostonpoetryslam)
  poetry  

sisterwolf:

Sorcha O’Raghallaigh by Ellen Rogers

  colours    photography  
  art  

oxygal:

living la dolce vita

i’m in love