Gold Stars for Tulip
bonerfart:

you are narrow, scalding and irrational

bonerfart:

you are narrow, scalding and irrational

Stoker (2013)

spirited away

jeudepomme:

"I’ll tell you what is harder than dying in Gaza by an Israeli missile deluxe. What is harder is that you get a phone call from the Israeli army telling you to evacuate your home because it will be bombed in ten minutes. Imagine; ten minutes; and your whole short history on the surface of Earth will be erased.

Gifts you received, photos of your siblings and your children (dead or alive), things that you love, your favorite chair, your books, that last poetry collection your read, a letter from your expatriate sister, reminders of the ones you loved, the smell of your bed, the jasmine tree that hangs off your western window, your daughter’s hair clip, your old clothes, your prayer rug, your wife’s gold, your savings; imagine; all this passes in front of your eyes in ten minutes, all that pain passes while you are struck by surprise.

Then you take your identification papers (passport, birth certificate, etc.) which you have ready in an old metallic candy box, and you leave your home to die a thousand times, or refuse to leave and die once.”

-Mahmoud Jouda, a Palestinian living in the Gaza Strip describes the experience of receiving an evacuation order from Israeli forces

Augie March - Brundisium
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feminesque:

They married, a dandy and a back alley tough
On the foreshore while kids in the needling rough
Stayed low, in, and laid till they’d had enough
Of the somersaulting hot roll of revolting September

By thickets beneath the hot halo above
The plague bodies bathed in their talentless love
It’s hot in the town with its back to the sea
O darling don’t put your veil over me

From thinking a life was about them when, long
They were the thorn in its side
The hard men got plucked and by measures were gone
At pride it plucked and out, out it pried

Where’s the shame in a gentle man?
Stand him next to me
It’s hot in the town with its back to the sea
O darling don’t put your veil over me

Honey we’ll go without, honey grow old and thin
I love you like I love my own skin

From thinking a life was about them but stranger
The soft women lowed and came in and were in
To swoon “O welcome hot united sailor”
Welcome from unsteady decks and from danger

Did you see a new sun in the sky?
The sun is blood and blood is a lie
It’s hot in the town with its back to the sea
O darling don’t put your veil over me

Honey we’ll go without, honey grow old and thin
I love you like I love my own skin

O my bonny lies over the ocean, my bonny grows old and thin
I love her like I love my own skin.

Augie March - Tulip
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mpiedlourde:

Augie March - Tulip

Sunset Studies, 2000.

Because I’m procrastinating in a fashion so aggressive that I am just that little bit impressed, I scanned this article from 2003.

Because I’m procrastinating in a fashion so aggressive that I am just that little bit impressed, I scanned this article from 2003.

princess-passion-flower:

scratchingpad:

I need safety goggles

so gentle

mazzystardust:

ph. Ward Roberts

mazzystardust:

ph. Ward Roberts

Many Ladies wear it this way

oblivioustoast:

oh my god you were pretty

badsketchies:

A comic of my current favorite tumblr post in existence.

badsketchies:

A comic of my current favorite tumblr post in existence.

owlmylove:

whenever i’m sad i like to imagine what possible crime Steve Irwin’s ancestor committed to warrant him being sent to Australia like some Victorian gentleman escorting a lady to the zoo past the crocodile enclosure and going “do you see that great wyrm sunning itself there? quite a striking creature, is it not? I do believe I shall engage it in fisticuffs.”