a tooth out of line

shakysmiles:


frida kahlo

shakysmiles:

frida kahlo

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edieparker98:

Egon Schiele

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whatmountains:

This is the poem I have in the new issue of Jellyfish. You should go there and read them all including one I like by my friend Dalton Day.
http://www.jellyfishmagazine.org/11/

whatmountains:

This is the poem I have in the new issue of Jellyfish. You should go there and read them all including one I like by my friend Dalton Day.

http://www.jellyfishmagazine.org/11/

(via sarahjeanalex)

how about this: you and me, we drink a box of wine and watch fantasia, my head in your lap, your hand down my shirt, over the bra. a fat cat that doesn’t belong to either of us rolls in. the three of us watch fantasia together. the cat doesn’t bring up the fact that it is intruding. we don’t offer it any wine. i think about how this cat can probably lick her own ass and i can’t even get close. eventually one of us falls asleep and the other two leave. your grandmother told you that you have “movie-star eyebrows” and i agree absolutely. what does it mean to be grown and sexy. i feel like any time i achieve one of these traits the other one bows out. what’s your favorite film involving dogs. legs are meant for walking but it feels better to tie them in a knot on a bedroom floor. i tried to fall asleep tonight but it was hard because i kept trying to imagine what you feel like in the spring time. i said to never kiss me in front of other people but i was lying of course. it is obvious that bodies are overrated but i still miss yours.

(Source: sarahjeanalex)

sarahjeanalex:

Everyone is talking about how much they miss someone
and how sad it makes them and I just laugh because
have they even seen The Lizzie McGuire movie?
Gordo sacrifices his trip to Rome just so that
Lizzie can be an international pop star and make adventures,
and that’s true love, and you don’t have it, and neither do I,
so let’s leave our non-Disney tears at the door.

Everyone is talking about aesthetics,
how art pertains to them and
which principles are defining their outlook
and I see myself in a mirror as I walk past it and think,
I guess my aesthetic is Maybe I Own A Tiny Pineapple The Size Of An Apple.

I have never owned a cigarette lighter
but I do own a basil plant
that has grown 5 times in size since I brought it home.
Last week I over-watered it and the cell walls burst
and the leaves became dimpled
and I cried while touching the soil.

I have another plant on a different shelf
that I bought from Home Depot.
I repotted it and named it Gabby.
I did this because it resembles my friend Gabby.
I wake up in the morning and I say,
“Good morning Gabby, you look beautiful today.”

Gabby The Plant’s aesthetic is
How Many Vodkas is Too Many Vodkas
and Gabby The Human’s aesthetic is
Wouldn’t It Be Funny If An Avocado Was Simply Called A Guacamole.

At some point in my life,
I realized every poem I write is a step-by-step guide
on how to prepare for the end of times.
Sometimes the poems are hopeful,
sometimes the poems are dark,
but the thing they have in common
is that they end, like all of us one day will.
Now I title my poems by numbers,
so this poem is called Death Note 72.

If edamame were sentient
would they feel self-conscious about their body hair?

If you only had an hour to live
wouldn’t you also just want to take a nap?

If hands didn’t have a name already
what would we call them?
And even more frightening,
would a finger still be called a finger,
because let’s be honest—
I wouldn’t trust any of you
if you came up to me and said
see these things?
Fingers.

Do you remember the first time you were ever alone?
Does this automatically coincide
with the first moment you felt terrified?
I am learning and relearning
the processes we put ourselves through
to relate a physical instance with a frame of mind,
and once I’ve got this down I’m pretty sure
I will be able to transcend to the Heavens and the Hells.

When I was little I used to have extremely bad nightmares
which I now realize were regular dreams,
unfortunately I was just afraid of everything.
I had a ritual I would say as my prayer every night.
I would kneel against my bed, clasp my hands together,
shut my eyes and say,
“Please let me have a dream I won’t know I am having
when I am sleeping and won’t remember when I wake up.
Please forgive me for everything I said, thought and did
in the past, future and present. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.”
I thought it covered my bases pretty wholly
but I still had nightmares.

Adults have nightmares too
but now they happen in the form of
the things that race through your mind
before you fall asleep, like

How do you only have $3,000 in savings.

Why did your boss schedule a meeting with you on Monday morning.

Is a pineapple a type of apple, maybe an irregular one, and if no, why didn’t it get a more exclusive name?

How do you only have $1,000 in savings.

Why didn’t you text your mom back today.

Will anyone ever tell me they love me.

Do I love me.

Does $300 even count as savings.

Is my period late or am I just early.

Can corn kill a cat.

spencermadsen:

from you can make anything sad

tairupanda:

derschneefiel:

The Pallas´s Cat, also called Manul, is a small wildcat living in the grasslands and steppe of central asia.
It is named after the german naturalist Peter Simon Pallas, who first described the species in 1776.

That is the most expressive and gelatinous cat I have ever seen.

(via little-feminist-princess)

curseofthefanartlords:

When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit. 

(via yourworstinvention)

patrickgomme:

Patrick GOMME 2008 CHAIR CORPS - 80X120 CM

patrickgomme:

Patrick GOMME 2008
CHAIR CORPS - 80X120 CM

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