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Title: A$AP Rocky - Ridin (Feat. Lana Del Rey)
Artist: A$AP Rocky
Played: 2265 times

Give me all your time, touch, money, and affection

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“Why am I compelled to write?… Because the world I create in the writing compensates for what the real world does not give me. By writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. I write because life does not appease my appetites and anger… To become more intimate with myself and you. To discover myself, to preserve myself, to make myself, to achieve self-autonomy.”

— Gloria E. Anzaldúa (via larmoyante)


"Anger" in black and white. Shot by myself

(via lazyloveyou)

“I remember when the sky
was all the rage,
like last night and how it felt
like a bundle of letters
flung into the air
over the apartment
where you and I slept
like two keys in someone’s pocket,
the same sky
as this morning but now it’s more
like a sheet that’s been
lifted like rice over a wedding
party. Jumbo jets
are swimming through the clouds
and you are driving
to California
with your son asleep
in the back, every microcosm
of his body is initialed
with your name, with the sound
and wet mouth of your skin.
I’m getting ready
to walk through this city
for the tenth billion time, getting
ready to be a person
who is not like an empty building,
who is not like an emergency
kit, the swabs and needles,
the antiseptic and Band-Aids,
today I will be the way
I always wanted to be, someone
drinking coffee and being
kind of knowing
the difference between making
love and putting on
his shoes. The way I smile,
with the dental dam
of death clouding up my teeth
is something you always
knew about me, something you liked
a little in the left part of your body
which is the part that has water
and trees, puddles of blood
and planets of organs. I want to know
just what kind of a person
goes to sleep with one name
and wakes up with another, my inner life
has so many passports
I don’t think it belongs to any particular
Nation, nor would it be saved
if all out war were to appear over
the hedges like a mother
appearing in the middle of a Mall
where her lost child
has been watching a strange man
do a trick with a quarter,
a pin, and his thick hands. Whenever
you go, I am sawed in half
in front of an audience of one,
before the two boxes of myself
are wheeled back together and I get
to stand up again, and bow, and walk away.”

Matthew Dickman, “Sky” (via commovente)

(via lifeinpoetry)


My piece for Qpop's Sailormoon Tribute Show! Come by and say hello and check out equally cool arts!

(via theskylinememory)


Cy Twombly - Like a Fire that Consumes All Before It, 1978


(via bringmjolnir)

Title: Dead Oaks
Artist: Now, Now
Played: 12523 times


I can’t feel your bones but I can see them. And I can’t call you up without a reason. I can take a thousand miles and I can drive for hours to your house in the summer but I can stay longer if you wanted me too.

(via inchesgiven)


It’s finally done. I’ve wanted to redo the oldversion since… basically since I drew it.

Inspired by that post going around about mermaids being women who were supposed to drown.