SNIFFFSS x100, we smell rat! Where, where, where? - @juriatrm- #webstagram
Oh my god, this is amazing.
(via audkawa)Anatomy of a Slut
I want everything
Everything is a naked thought that strikes.
A foghorn sounding through fog makes the fog seem to be everything.
Quail eggs eaten from the hand in fog make everything aphrodisiac.
My husband shrugs when I say so, my husband shrugs at everything.
The lakes where his factory has poisoned everything are as beautiful as Bruegel.
I keep my shop, in order that I may sell everything there, empty but I leave the light on.
Everything might spill.
Do you know that in the deepest part of the sea everything goes transparent? asks my husband’s friend
Corrado and I say Do you know how afraid I am?
Everything requires attention, I never relax my neck even when kissing Corrado.
Kant says “everything” exists only in our mind, attended by a motion of pleasure and
pain that throws itself back and forth in me when I lay on Corrado’s bed fighting with
everything with Corrado watching from across the room then he came to the bed and
mounted me and this made no difference except now I had to fight everything through Corrado, which I did
“undaunted” (so Kant) on his freezing bed in its midnight glare.
What will you take? I ask Corrado who is leaving for Patagonia and when he says 2 or 3
valises I say if I had to go away I would take with me everything I see.
To this Corrado says nothing which is not I think the opposite of everything.
Doesn’t seem right is what my husband would say, he says this about everything—
especially since I came out of the clinic, a clinic for people who want everything, everything I see
everything I taste everything I touch everyday even the ashtrays and at
the clinic I had only one question What shall I do with my eyes?
—Anne Carson, Decreation
Adorable. Hopefully one day people will start seeing rats as pets instead of pests. =)
(via rats-are-tiny-friends)Cabbage with a college education
We have bigger houses but smaller families:
We have more degrees but less sense;
more knowledge but less judgements;
more experts but more problems;
more medicines, but less healthiness.
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,
but we have trouble crossing the street
to meet the new neighbour.
We build more computers
to hold more information,
to produce more copies than ever,
but we have less communication.
We have become long on quantity
but short on quality.
These are times of fast foods,
but slow digestion;
tall man, but short character;
steep profits, but shallow relationships.
It is time when there is much in the window
but nothing in the room.
I fucking love this ridiculous creature.
I second this. *Death by cuteness*
(via ratseatingstuff)the joy of moot
Salvador Dalí in bed in 1964, projecting pieces of dirty paper “to stimulate his inspiration.” | Philippe Halsman
(Source: wandrlust)The Wandrlustr
MADDIE THE COONHOUND
The final Halloween costume: option 10