Cheap Nightmares.


Vegans schooled by Big-Tity Honker’s


moral of the story: don’t date serial killers



Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
                                                       and dress them in warm clothes again.
         How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
                   It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
         it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
                 how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
                                                                                       to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
         we’re inconsolable.
                               Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
                                                                Tell me we’ll never get used to it.

Richard Siken

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a very healthy, nurturing relationship

Anonymous said: do you ever look at people and wonder what they are like in bed? like just random people


No, no I don’t? I only look at dogs and wonder what they’re thinking


Fig. 177. A Textbook of Veterinary Anatomy. 1910.
Like a magpie, I am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales, dead languages, weird folk beliefs, fascinating religions, and more.


my therapist once told me that i have this obsession with seeking revenge… we’ll see about that

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