a happy pear

robber: *breaks into my house* me: can I help you find anyth- robber: just looking

smoking a blunt with Sylvia Plath

me: this is some good weed huh Sylvia

Sylvia Plath: [hits blunt] black blood dances around the witch's hut. i dream of myriad deaths ensconced in poppies. i am the witch. i am the blood. i am sweet death in all its forms.

me: ...alright

this is literally me

this is where i want to be

tinder hookup simulation

yeah uh i cooked some black bean burgers if you’re hungry and there’s some kombucha and shitty beer in the fridge. i was going to put on the simpsons? or maybe you’re more of a twin peaks kinda gal..cool..cool i also have my skate edit if you wanna watch- what’s that? oh yeah that’s just my framed portrait of david bryne yeah… it’s ironic. come meet my dog! i rescued him from a police program…he was shot in the leg and has chronic pain and sometimes i take his opiates. [shuffles into hallway and opens a door] This is my room . Oh those old things?… they’re just some distortion pedals for this harsh noise project i’m working on… gonna be playing at a couple of house shows in the tri-state area should be dope… ok [pulls out a bong with a shattered neck] wanna smoke before?

tb

Giulia Bianchi (b.1990, Brazil) PATH OF FIGS, 2012 Oil on Canvas. 140 x 100 cm. [VIA]

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Date someone who calls you Big Tony, even when life has you feeling like Little Tony

It’s too late before I know that all The love inside has been empty The world we made has been ending And like a ghost that hangs around and won’t forgive its earthly sins I’ve carried on this love for you It’s how my body lives My darling  How are you? How have you been lately? I only seem to speak to you of superficial things

Chalice of Saint John the Evangelist. Hans Memling ~ ca.1470/1475 National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C. Bibliothèque Infernale

Something about Ash’s mum forcing Mr Mime to sit on the floor and eat out of a dog bowl makes me uneasy