a slumping porch on fire

big numbers of things in places at times with people in lives in spaces at times in spaces at times in spaces in times

i’m constantly on the verge of puking, a light touch massaging my soul through my throat, i want to live for something, i want to love and be loved by a god, but in this temple, only wrath takes meat from the altar, love is only found wed under lynching trees, and smiles are eye-high on the inside with doubt that floods dimples like ravines. i want you to suffer. i want you to suffer. i want you to suffer. for making me expose myself completely, for not looking back, for being exactly who you are.

waxingpoetic:

currentuser:

👾💀 new hair cut. Perhaps now it’s time for a touch of color.

That scarification on his forehead is super awesome.

If you’re a fucking airbender, maybe.

waxingpoetic:

currentuser:

👾💀 new hair cut. Perhaps now it’s time for a touch of color.

That scarification on his forehead is super awesome.

If you’re a fucking airbender, maybe.

ivycallum:

When a teacher tells you to be quiet half way through your sentence.

ivycallum:

When a teacher tells you to be quiet half way through your sentence.

(via zuttofaery)

subject has recent developments of needles in the ears, needles in the ears, needles in the ears, animal shrieks in slaughterboxes, poltergeistal groaning oceans from the mouths of genocide expanses, hair soaked in spittle, spiders in the beards of Greeks, muskets lodged in the hands of clay-colored men, plastic baby keys to missile silos, squatters in the government complex, life and death in boxes with the ashes, rinse your spit from hair, rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat, needles in the ears, needles in the ears.

“One can love one’s neighbors in the abstract, or even at a distance, but at close quarters it’s almost impossible.”

—   Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via dollymyfolly)

(via dostoyevsky)

“He loves the process of attaining, but does not quite like to have attained, and that, of course, is very absurd.”

—    Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “Notes From Underground” (via neon-igloo)

(via dostoyevsky)

damn beer bottled splash knuckles, sitting sideways in the parking lot, mottled apple pie, spiral sandwich somerset something, mandango’s not a word, green glass frozen on the back porch, hunters in the attic, squash house mountain lions, index linguistics, anaphora and lumbar support.

Radiohead - Black Star

(Source: fabulous-monsters)

shiny-slowpoke:

a broken man

(Source: acciodog, via zuttofaery)

Radiohead - Where I End and You Begin. (The Sky Is Falling In.)

 

Radiohead - Where I End and You Begin. (The Sky Is Falling In.)

(Source: ofwgblake)