Death and Page of Swords

Fine, but you're not going without a fight.

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Then bring me luck

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

Painted Storks (Mycteria leucocephala), family on nest, family Ciconiidae, India

photograph by J.M. Garg

Ty Creepers Skeleton Beanie Baby, 2000

via flickr

Pingu Listening To Music Png

Genieve Figgis

Imogen Cunningham (1883-1976) - ‘LEAVES’

Source: sotheby’s.com

sending bimbo hypnosis videos to other ebay users so theyll forget to outbid me

neptune.

Girl’s night out (of body experience)

Sometimes it feels like we are seeking god in the digital world

Fan made of textured paper painted with gouache, and cedar wood

Made in the UK 1905-1914

Collection V&A

Belkis Ayón (1967-1999)

On Flying

So first you pick your poison. Maybe it’s one of those nice ointments, But if you aren’t fancy, Maybe it’s a wormwood tea, Or a mugwort tea, Or a mushroom tea if you’re kinky like that. And you drink it all at once. You set the cuckoo clock ticking. And with each tick-tock, You go down further into yourself Like a musket ball being rammed into a gun. And you think, “this is bullshit,” But you do it anyway And when the clock screams “cuckoo,” Your soul comes out of your mouth In the form of a crow And you fly to the West. Your arms - Your arms twitch in every world - flapping - And your beak - because you have a beak - Barrels through dirt. Earth upon earth, down and down, Dirt flying Until you reach the Underworld, Where the sun is ever-setting And the skies are gray And the heavens are dotted with the roots of trees, Which shine like stars.