flickers

"im so over it" <- guy who has not even begun to crest the hill

Sue Zhao

Wallace Stevens, ‘The Dwarf’, The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens

ta da

THE WEASARD

u take me down to your wine cellar but i kiss you so much you forget to brick it up

Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds - Ada Limón

A screenshot of the mentioned poem, it goes: When the plane went down in San Francisco, I thought of my friend M. He's obsessed with plane crashes. He memorizes the wrecked metal details, the clear cool skies cut by black scars of smoke. Once, while driving, he told me about all the crashes: The one in blue Kentucky, in yellow Iowa. How people go on, and how people don't. It was almost a year before I learned that his brother was a pilot. I can't help it, I love the way men love.

Cowboy Magician

Ive taken some inspiration from some of Orwille Pecks outfits

stop judging patrick bateman……as if you wouldn’t kill jared leto if you had the chance

Silence = Death, Keith Haring, 1988

Acrylic on canvas 108 x 120 in. (274.3 x 304.8 cm)

fiona as both romeo and juliet

this is a poem

i couldn’t not draw this

V. Hugo // R. Spektor // R. Siken

franz kafka diary entries are haunting and relatable.

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

From “Dream Girl” collection of poems by Clementine von Radics