UFO typologies, 1967
Painting by Ivan Shishkin (1832-1898)
Parametric curves by[R-D]
La mia arte matematica. Queste figure ricordano vecchi merletti, solo che sono ottenute attraverso equazioni.
Parapet In Golden Light // Paul Lehr
Nice. Bare feet? I should do that more often.
this post makes me all smiley and positive and what have you! eeeeeee!
Hating the words on her brother’s shoulder, greeting the experience of becoming sober, older, roving over— the round and mossy hills, passing out at sunset and sharing pills,
I felt us losing and leaving and taking losses, as the sun sank over the mosses and st. nick burnt all his crosses, selling bibles to the salesmen who stood outside their door,
Being fucked in the ass by brilliant science majors (in their fourth year, being rasped out by voices of the headmaster’s school), hash tags and cached bags in the unspoilt mounds and curly bassinets of the outside canadian wilderness.”
you’re all fire and venom, you. it can be a curse, but i consider it a blessing above all else. you’re a snake, a graceful, self-sufficient and fiery snake, full of perfectly directed passion. i’ve hated you in the past, but only because you’ve challenged me, forced me out of my pathetic comfort zone when i stupidly considered myself unready. you had me wade in my own cesspool. and you’ve facilitated my healing. i’ve grown tremendously under your influence. and now i couldn’t hate you if i tried.
Don’t worry be happy!😭💦💧💃✨😄😃😊❤️ #sergidelgado #collage #disseny #dissenygrafic #graphicdesign #happy #barcelona #smile
The first time I held a human brain in Anatomy Lab I was completely speechless. I looked at my classmates expecting a similar reaction and they looked back at me confused like…”dude let’s start identifying the structures.” I had to take a step back and let it process…in my hands was someone’s entire life. From start to finish, every memory, every emotion, every bodily control…was right there in my hands.
for oozing warm ancient blood,
and screaming fucks and sacres
in the cleanest, most antiseptic
and tranquilest of houses.
for these 3 or 4 generations of
swallowed-up sorrow and dormant wrath
reduce me to dead leaves in the wind,
and i am as priceless in the void
as i am worthless in the world.
i’m sorry my sincerest apologies
may not even be truth
cuz everything’s changing, and
there’s not lots to do, see -
from the darkest dimness of death
come the brightest blossoms of birth
so at the end of the goddamned day
i just let it all burn
A girl swims in the streets following flooding in Veracruz after Hurricane Karl