the-desert-places:

I will write in words of fire.
I will write them on your skin.
I will write about desire.
Write beginnings, write of sin.
You’re the book I love the best,
your skin only holds my truth,
you will be a palimpsest
lines of age rewriting youth.
You will not burn upon the pyre.
Or…

bookspaperscissors:

extra terrestrial, Amelia Bauer

devidsketchbook:

ebullitions (art of giant soap bubbles) by Sylvain

did-you-kno:

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did-you-kno:

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garfieldminusgarfield:

G-G the book.

theamericankid:

animalstalkinginallcaps:

STEVE. SERIOUSLY. I DIDN’T USE YOUR TOOTHPASTE, OKAY? I HAVE MY OWN. IN A FLAVOR I ENJOY. I DON’T CARE WHICH WAY YOU SQUEEZE THE TUBE. THE FACT THAT YOU SORT OF BOOBYTRAP TOOTHPASTE TO SEE IF ANYONE’S TOUCHING IT MAKES ME THINK YOU MIGHT HONESTLY HAVE SOME SORT OF PARANOIA ISSUES THAT NEED ADDRESSING.

AND NO, I HAVEN’T SEEN YOUR NAIL CLIPPERS EITHER, FREAKSHOW. PLEASE STOP ASKING.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

YOU EVER LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND THINK ‘HOLY SHIT. WHO IS THAT TOTAL SEX BOMB WITH THE KILLER SMILE AND THE BANGIN’ BODY?’

EVERY TIME, MY FRIEND. EVERY TIME.

YOU EVER ATTRIBUTE THAT TO CONSTANTLY BEING DRUNK?

ABSOLUTELY. MY SELF-CONFIDENCE IS THROUGH THE ROOF EVER SINCE I STARTED HITTING THE HOOCH AT BREAKFAST.