BASEMENT WINDOW

wastedanddangerous:

pressing the ‘alt’ button while typing

does not make my ‘lit’ more ‘alt’

which frankly surprises me more than it should

(via translucenttacos)

petulanceparty:

I am afraid we may not communicate
as we have done before
there is a lump in my throat
there is a scratch on my ribs
I am thinking of you but also not of you
in the ways I have thought of them
I am not longing
I am not bothered

I am thinking of you lightly
as a small dark triangle
against a field of white
and tonight there is rain hitting the road with such impact
that it seems like thousands of tiny fireworks
exploding against an asphalt sky
and I am not longing
as I have done before

stephenmichaelmcdowell:

interviewer: what art form was the first one you passionately pursued?

stephen: probably drawing, i used to talk a lot as a kid and my mom eventually realized that if she put a piece of construction paper and a crayon/colored pencil in front of me, i’d keep talking but less coherently and…

iriskaruna:

Hi everyone!

As some of you may know, as well as being a visual artist, I have a tendency toward writing!

I have published a book of poetry and drawings through lulu.com, and it is now available for purchase! You can check it out here. Or here. Or HERE!

feel ‘obsessed with’ and ‘nostalgic for’ this video.
feel like this kind of video can’t exist without tumblr culture, but also simultaneously that it is timeless and that that it accurately captures how teen brains process loving someone. seems like every boy i liked when i was ~16. http://vimeo.com/61025311

gnawruto:

if i was a starfish i would just attach myself to sad fish and whisper “you earned this star because you’re great”

(via inhalers)

They amputated
Your thighs off my hips.
As far as I’m concerned
They are all surgeons. All of them.

They dismantled us
Each from the other.
As far as I’m concerned
They are all engineers. All of them.

A pity. We were such a good
And loving invention.
An aeroplane made from a man and wife.
Wings and everything.
We hovered a little above the earth.

We even flew a little.

Yehuda Amichai