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lora-mathis:

Girl, an ongoing series 
by Lora Mathis 

(via pandacola)

kellyschirmann:

For Mathias Svalina, who is writing a book about Stevie Nicks, & for George Lazenby, who is a better Ronald Reagan than Ronald Reagan ever was.

kellyschirmann:

For Mathias Svalina, who is writing a book about Stevie Nicks, & for George Lazenby, who is a better Ronald Reagan than Ronald Reagan ever was.

(via uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)


Palm Trees at Sunset, 1969- kodachrome slide

Palm Trees at Sunset, 1969- kodachrome slide

(Source: vintagegal, via vintagegal)

heiko julien, from “i am ready to die a violent death”

heiko julien, from “i am ready to die a violent death”

sadness that is endless tranquility

internetlucy:

I lost you again the other night 
watching the sky go 
from one blue to another 
coming out of the woods. I emptied my bag
in front of the fire.

Here I am, standing
in the branched cucumber light
fogging the lawn. 

I am crouched
under the draped cloths
of spring days falling

in sequence. What do you
remember? 
I loved you a lot

in vain. “You don’t have to.”
You called out to me
across the kitchen
as I rinsed a plate.
Stay where you are. I tell myself
with my brown hair tied up over the sink.
See you in the next life.

altcomics:

Blaise Larmee

(Source: davidhockney)

Ellery Akers, “What Remains”

Years ago, one night when I was sad, I asked for a sign;
I’ve forgotten why.
All I remember now
is that two deer stepped onto the beach below:
their hooves clinked when they crossed the shale,
and when they walked up the beach,
their hoof prints filled with seawater.
Each pool held a moon.
I sat on that rock and tried to understand what it meant.
The stink of kelp floated closer;
coarse fronds washed back and forth
while the sea breathed below me.
Now I know it wasn’t a sign.
It was just thirty or forty holes, shining.

altcomics:

Sanya Kantarovsky

altcomics:

Sanya Kantarovsky

(Source: jesuisperdu)

Palace Music - New Partner

lay back, lay back, rest your head on my thighs
there is some awful action that just breathes from my hand
just breaths from a deed so exquisitely grand
and you are always on my mind
and you are always on my mind
and you are always on my mind

casualsplendor:


Charlie: I admire you Donald, you know? I spend my whole life paralyzed worrying about what people think of me. And you- you’re just oblivious.

Donald: I’m not oblivious.

Charlie: No, you don’t understand. I mean that as a compliment. There was this time in high school. I was watching you out the library window. You were talking to Sarah Marsh.

Donald: Oh, God, I was so in love with her.

Charlie: I know. And you were flirting with her. And she was really sweet to you.

Donald: I remember that.

Charlie: And then, when you walked away, she started making fun of you with Kim Canetti. It was like they were laughing at me. You didn’t know at all? You seemed so happy.

Donald: I knew. I heard them.

Charlie: Well how come you were so happy?

Donald: I loved Sarah, Charles. It was mine, that love. I owned it. Even Sarah didn’t have the right to take it away. I can love whoever I want. 

Charlie: But she thought you were pathetic.

Donald: That was her business, not mine. You are what you love, not what loves you. That’s what I decided a long time ago.