ouisabel:

I’ve known this guy for less than 24 hrs. I blocked him on insta and he found my Facebook. These messages are from last night and then today. He’s been calling me too. If I die, you guys have evidence.

Reblogging for safety. Take care Isabel - I love your blog too much for you to die xo

Wednesday Aug 27 04:21pm

hbcreative:

#FERGUSON

     I won’t soon forget the events that took place in #ferguson…will you?

Wednesday Aug 27 04:07pm

diancie:

ugly:

fuck her right in the

image

image

veritablevoyage
Wednesday Aug 27 04:02pm
eatsleepdraw:

Mugs, sketch in ink and colored pencil

Reminds me of stfuanddoart

eatsleepdraw:

Mugs, sketch in ink and colored pencil

Reminds me of stfuanddoart Wednesday Aug 27 02:29pm
marilynmeth:

porkrub:

aidenmorse:

Bottles of Gatorade Blue Bolt floating in a bath of Powerade Mountain Blast, 2013

Is this supposed to be art

marilynmeth:

porkrub:

aidenmorse:

Bottles of Gatorade Blue Bolt floating in a bath of Powerade Mountain Blast, 2013

Is this supposed to be art

Wednesday Aug 27 04:10am
Wednesday Aug 27 03:20am
caniblekitty:

conduction

caniblekitty:

conduction

Wednesday Aug 27 02:30am
We only obsess over relationships that feel unfinished. Carrie Bradshaw (via whatwouldcarriesay) Wednesday Aug 27 01:40am

Don’t do what all the other little buggers are doing.

Don’t try to make the poem look pretty. You’re not decorating 
cupcakes, Cupcake.

Don’t think you’re the only bastard who ever suffered — just write as if  you were.

Don’t eat someone else’s lunch. For eat read steal. For lunch read wife. For wife read style.

Don’t be any form’s bitch.

Don’t think if  you cheat on form or slip the meter, no one will notice. They’ll know and think you a fool. Don’t think it impossible to cheat on form. If you do it well, they’ll think you a genius.

Don’t think if  you declare yourself avant-garde, your sins will be 
forgiven.

Don’t blubber if  you never receive prizes. Look at the poets who won the Pulitzer fifty years ago. See who’s there. See who’s not.

Don’t think you’re special. Stand in a library amid all those poets who thought they were every inch the genius you think you are.

Don’t double-space your lines and think the poem better. It just takes up more room.

Don’t think regret is 20/20. Regret is myopic. Hope is astigmatic. Trust is blind.

Don’t think what you have to say is important. The way you say it is what’s important. What you have to say is rubbish.

Don’t think you don’t have to read. You read in order to steal. Read more, steal better.

Don’t think your poems are good because they sound good read aloud. Get your hearing checked.

Never write poems about poetry.

Don’t play to the audience. Your audience is full of dopes, cheeseballs, and Johnny-come-latelies — besides, they’re laughing at you all the way home.

Don’t think you’ve been anointed by early success. Look at the critical darlings of a hundred years ago. Look at the darlings of twenty years ago.

Never wish you were there. Wish you were here.

Don’t think you can ignore grammar. You need grammar more than grammar needs you.

Never eat the pie if  you can own the fork.

Don’t think new is better. Don’t think new is not better. Don’t think, read. Don’t think, ink.

Poetry is the nude that stays nude.

Never write the first line if you already know the last. The best poem is the unwritten poem.

Don’t break the window before you look at the view.

Don’t think that if you have two manuscripts, you have two manuscripts. You have one manuscript.

Don’t eat jargon, because you’ll shit jargon.

Don’t think poetry is a religion. It’s more important than religion.

William Logan, “The Nude that Stays Nude” (via perfect) Wednesday Aug 27 12:50am
'Do you ever feel that way?'
‘Lonely?’
I search for the words. ‘Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As is you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - ‘Ah! There I Am! I’ve been missing that piece!’ But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it.’
Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via vvyla) Tuesday Aug 26 04:10am

gaviotacoast:

this.

Tuesday Aug 26 03:20am
Tuesday Aug 26 02:30am
thunderbelly:

For suitep & imonlyallowedupstairs….. I don’t know why but this made me laugh, had to share it with you both

thunderbelly:

For suitep & imonlyallowedupstairs….. I don’t know why but this made me laugh, had to share it with you both

Tuesday Aug 26 01:40am
My only regret is that
I didn’t tell enough people
to fuck off.
My 92 year old grandma (via expeditum) Tuesday Aug 26 12:50am
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