František Dvořák (1862–1927) - Zamyšlená

drugs are gay. by gay I mean passé.

I said "communing with hell", but I don't mean as a powerful demon. I mean like as one of those naked, emaciated guys being tortured for eternity. if you don't do drugs, this won't happen to you. 👍

I'm not religious, it's just a comparison. The feeling is real. Hell can be "real" if you make it real. I'm just trying to describe the feeling of a chemical process taking place in a human body. 🙃

One of my friends said it must've been contaminated with something else, but nope, not falling for it. I learned my lesson. :)

Cocaine was a stimulant used by a priestly caste of the middle period United States called businessmen in order to commune with The Market. [1]

I am nothing if not crafty.

While we wait for a second printing of my book, here's a new comic l've been working on in between other projects that I finally finished. This is actually my longest comic ever, at just under 40 pages. 😵‍💫 I'll be sharing more parts of it this week but of course you can read the whole thing early for just a buck! Here!

1941, noisemakers for special effects....

“One day baby, I’ll be old” - @bkcollage

sometimes it feels like bronze age religious beliefs mean nothing to you

Jiro Ohta

Pokko the little chestnut rat A story about a little chestnut rat who becomes a photographer.

太田じろう

こりすのぽっこちゃん「こりすがカメラマンになるお話」

spalted wood - discoloured patterns in the wood that occur naturally when an infestation of fungus colonise a tree and extract nutrients from it, leaving behind a map of their battlefield

Stray cat breaks into Lynx’s enclosure at zoo

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the weirdest shit ever is when im watching a streamer and they quote or paraphrase one of my tumblr posts from years ago, then i realize the streamer is younger than me, and that there is a vain but possible chance i unintentionally informed someone's sense of humor through the internet all the while i am concurrently watching them for humor

Redwood Violet

gonna go get some vietnamese iced coffee and blow up a toilet 

“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”

Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.

elendira as the v148 shoot , ft maison margiela