rosemary and lavender
cuddling your geckos
your rabbit your turtle and
your bass guitars
with a glance or two
you and your you,
you steadfast afficionado
of assorted flavours
of nose candy and nicotine
of the mysterious beauties
of trippin ballz
your fiery intellect
jolts me into it
how i love and live for
of the mental kind
so plz burn my finger
poke my tit
challenge my mind and
"suck my dick"
you hurt real good
and i like your stink
rosemary and lavender
5:12 pm • 31 August 2014 • 3 notes
Rest Assured / The Roadkill
I just had to watch 3 red rivers run
and then scab
and scar shut.
A feast of succulent scraps
with 3 fat ones to pierce this wonton gut.
The moment I caught that little pit viper
I blew him straight to smithereens
So rest assured
I can bite that bullet.
This golden body and
this golden face
house a mad mind, a silly soul /
a miraculous mayhem, that
feeds off a belly full of leaves from the screaming forest
and draws blood from the veins of a tranquil heart
which beats to the hollow rhythm
of death and decomposition.
I will bite 100 bullets
For you my love
and any other people folk
of inside outside or inbetween
should they give time of day
gladly and gratefully
4:59 pm • 31 August 2014 • 2 notes
Parametric curves by[R-D]
La mia arte matematica. Queste figure ricordano vecchi merletti, solo che sono ottenute attraverso equazioni.
10:58 pm • 20 August 2014 • 825 notes
Nice. Bare feet? I should do that more often.
this post makes me all smiley and positive and what have you! eeeeeee!
9:58 pm • 19 August 2014 • 20,955 notes
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.
— by jake bornheimer (via cedarelk)
1:40 pm • 19 August 2014 • 11 notes
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.
12:42 am • 19 August 2014
Don’t worry be happy!😭💦💧💃✨😄😃😊❤️ #sergidelgado #collage #disseny #dissenygrafic #graphicdesign #happy #barcelona #smile
3:44 pm • 13 August 2014 • 40 notes
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.
12:38 pm • 13 August 2014 • 674,478 notes
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
5:49 pm • 12 August 2014 • 2 notes