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I Don’t Want to Sleep Alone (2006) // dir. Tsai Ming-liang

Honda Civic SiR II, 1990. A version of the fourth generation Civic with a 158hp 1.6-litre DOHC VTEC 16-valve 4-cylinder. It marked the introduction of Honda's variable valve timing and electronic lift control technology (VTEC). The SiR had a distinct front end, the hood was raised, rather than lowered at the centre, and turn signals wrapped around the front bumper.

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Christina Bothwell’s magical glass deer.

me and my dommy mommy or something idk

The Loop has… rustic charm

cut me open and look around. take home a souvenir. remember me for my exposed and mixed up guts

having everything-but-legs dysphoria. outfit to match.

Purrrr

Damn someone should come chase me down and beat me up in the setting sun 🥰

what is this part of the body called?

good morning cuter every day til i die

#coaching me thru an orgasm

Computer Chronicles - Best Online Computer Games (1998)

another partly disassembled character

Kelsey Henderson (American, 1982) - Gloves (2013)

Jaguar, Leopard, Cheetah by [x][x][x]

#ohhhh

Vermilion.

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Paolo Roversi - "The Surreal Art of the Extraordinary Hat", 1985, from Unseen Vogue: The Secret History of Fashion Photography by Robin Derrick and Robin Muir (2004)

Crows

by Mary Oliver

It is January, and there are crows like black flowers on the snow. While I watch, they rise and float toward the frozen pond, they have seen some streak of death on the dark ice. They gather around it and consume everything, the strings and the red music of that nameless body. Then they shout, one hungry, blunt voice echoing another. It begins to rain. Later, it becomes February, and even later, spring returns, a chorus of thousands. They bow, and begin their important music. I recognize the oriole. I recognize the thrush, and the mockingbird. I recognize the business of summer, which is to forge ahead, delicately. So I dip my fingers among the green stems, delicately. I lounge at the edge of the leafing pond, delicately. I scarcely remember the crust of the snow. I scarcely remember the icy dawns and the sun like a lamp without a fuse. I don’t remember the fury of loneliness. I never felt the wind’s drift. I never heard of the struggle between anything and nothing. I never saw the flapping, blood-gulping crows.

*first date* how many lladros did your mom have. what did your father do?? how handsome was he? IS SCIENCE GOOD OR BAD???

my dog, Emilio Poochie, is going to be in Palm Springs visiting his Aunt for two weeks next thursday. he said i can use his kennel whenever i want ???

i deserve to be tossed around, cut up, and badly bruised. i deserve many cute little band-aids decorating my roughly loved precious body.

Art by • Frank Frazetta