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changoatx:

love

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annmakes:

Big illustration based off of Ray Bradbury’s short story, The Veldt.  Looking forward to doing more conceptual stuff like this.

This story freaked out so much when I was a kid



smilesandvials:


This always cracks me up and I just want a giant poster of it in every lab.

smilesandvials:

This always cracks me up and I just want a giant poster of it in every lab.

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Hanging High
Lykke Li
Youth Novels

Hanging High - Lykke Li


The gods were here first, and they’re bigger.
They always were, and always will be
living it up in their father’s mansion.
You only crawled from the drain
a few millenia ago,
after inventing legs for yourself
so you could stand, inventing fists
in order to raise them and curse the heavens.
Do the gods see us?
Will the waters be rising soon?
The waters will be rising soon.
Find someone or something to cling to.
Storm Catechism - Kim Addonizio (via grammatolatry)

All the kisses I’ve ever been given, today I feel them on my mouth. And my knees feel them, the reckless ones placed there through the holes in my jeans while I sat on a car hood or a broken sofa in somebody’s basement, stoned, the way I was in those day, still amazed that boys and even men would want to lower their beautiful heads like horses drinking from a river and taste me.
The back of my neck feels them, my hair swept aside to expose the nape, and my breasts tingle the way they did when my milk came in after the birth, when I was swollen, and sleepless, and my daughter fed and fed until I pried her from me and laid her in her crib. Even the chaste kisses that brushed my cheeks, the fatherly ones on my forehead, I feel them rising up from underneath the skin of the past, a delicate, roseate rash; and the ravishing ones, God, I think of them and the filaments in my brain start buzzing crazily and flare out.
Every kiss is here somewhere, all over me like a fine, shiny grit, like I’m a pale fish that’s been dipped in a thick swirl of raw egg and dragged through flour, slid down into a deep skillet, into burning. Today I know I’ve lost no one.
My loves are here: wrists, eyelids, damp toes, all scars, and my mouth pouring praises, still asking, saying kiss me; when I’m dead kiss this poem, it needs you to know it goes on, give it your lovely mouth, your living tongue.
Kim Addonizio, Kisses (via colporteur)

When our breasts arrived
as a kind of currency, we’d tug
our camisoles low, use
our newfangled bodies to haggle
with the ice cream man. The winner
was the girl who received her chocolate cone
for free, who sucked on candy cigarettes
the same way she wore a training bra.
That summer my pockets grew forests
of hand-tied maraschino cherry stems:
tampered evidence that I might one day be worthy
of kissing. In exchange for rides
on the handlebars of their bikes,
we’d let the boys bite
the beads off our candy
necklaces until the chokers
resembled punched out teeth.
From their slobber, blue and violet
stained my throat where the sweetness
had once been, so I suppose,
Your Honor, I was preparing
for him.
Megan Falley, “Beginning in an Ice Cream Truck and Ending in a Court Room (After Kim Addonizio)” (via oofpoetry)

To hell with the saints, with martyrs
of my childhood meant to instruct me
in the power of endurance and faith,
to hell with the next world and its pallid angels
swooning and sighing like Victorian girls.
I want this world. I want to walk into
the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along
like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass,
and I want to resist it.
Kim Addonizio, excerpt from “For Desire” (via larmoyante)

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

the-internet-addict:

pottern:

don’t date someone you wouldn’t have a harry potter movie marathon with

That’s nearly 24 hours. I wouldn’t do that with anyone

…the weak are already weeding themselves out…

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Baby, just make sure you’re doing the drugs and the drugs aren’t doing you
30 year old woman I did cocaine with over the summer (via satan-clit)

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lickystickypickyshe:

A nose?
A nose?
That’s…..a….penis!