1. virare:

    Ali Michael by Petra Collins for Oyster #104

    (via yeezytaughtme)

     
  2. fizzly:

    While in the lavatory on a domestic flight in March 2010, I spontaneously put a tissue paper toilet cover seat cover over my head and took a picture in the mirror using my cellphone. The image evoked 15th-century Flemish portraiture. I decided to add more images made in this mode and planned to take advantage of a long-haul flight from San Francisco to Auckland, guessing that there were likely to be long periods of time when no one was using the lavatory on the 14-hour flight. I made several forays to the bathroom from my aisle seat, and by the time we landed I had a large group of new photographs entitled Lavatory Self-Portraits in the Flemish Style.

    what the ever loving fuck. this is truly beautiful.

    (Source: ninakatchadourian.com)

    Tagged #other stuff
     

  3. THE DISCOVERY THAT MADE A PLAIN GIRL BEAUTIFUL!

    THE DISCOVERY THAT MADE A PLAIN GIRL BEAUTIFUL!

    the girl was standing behind the counter at the coffee shop. she was plain, with short, brown hair. her plain face blank as her hands moved quickly, glancing up, reading orders off a screen, scribbling on cups and pressing buttons, dumping sugar and cream and scalding hot coffee in.

    THE DISCOVERY THAT MADE A PLAIN GIRL BEAUTIFUL!

    naked, she wasn’t much. skinny in a meager way, always looking a little drawn in on herself, like she was hugging herself to squeeze smaller. her skin pale, sallow, with splotches of red, pimply, dark body hair. Plain.

    THE DISCOVERY THAT MADE A PLAIN GIRL BEAUTIFUL!

    The music. The music!
    Like a key that unlocks a room in your house you’ve never seen, like the few minutes the sun and the earth align just right to transform the river into molten gold. Like a knife in the metaphorical chest, she blinds. Moving so suddenly, with such emotion, a current passing through her like electricity and suffusing the atmosphere with a breathtaking buzz. From her pours a story, a human experience, a familiar and new feeling. She might laugh carelessly or finish with tears, at each moment soaring higher and higher above you.

    THE DISCOVERY THAT MADE A PLAIN GIRL BEAUTIFUL!

    I don’t give the stars a second thought. I’m glad they’re there, but I usually sleep while they shine. I suppose in some other place and time each of those pin pricks is an unfathomably mighty god of light.

     

  4. A prayer to myself

    I thank myself for me.

    I am my own God.

    I take my words as precious gifts. I see my spirit as holy.

    I appreciate my existence. Thank you for being here today, me.

    I honor and respect though I do not completely understand myself.

    There is something magic about my presence.

    I can see the flow of my energy arriving, but from where is it originating?

    But I am glad that there is mystery, it makes easier to revere myself.

    Thank you me, you have given me everything I need to love myself.

    I may fail from time to time, I would gratefully accept your forgiveness for my moments of weakness.

    Thank you me, amen.

     

  5. wow i’m so inspired!

    i’m so motivated!

    i can’t believe what i’m capable of! i can’t believe what powers lay dormant in me!

    imagine all the things i could do! imagine!

    i am just a blinding, white-hot point of potential energy!

    cutting through space and time like a laser!

    wow!

    i can’t wait to exercise my newly found creative joy.

    i’ll start next week.

     
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  7. what was this?

    a bottle washed up on the shore of

    my consciousness folds over itself in waves

    a tapestry

    telling a history, but fraying, and patching

    a message!

    what was this?

    i had forgotten

    or guess i didn’t lose, but just left behind

    it makes me creep with fear

    are those my footprints in the sand?!

    what are the limits of this ocean?

    but i stroll on, weaving niblets into my quilt as i

    jump like a bit of foam at the crest of two meeting waves

    and scribble down a message,

    who cares if i forget how to translate it back?

    and toss the bottle back into the rolling sea.

     

  8. I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR THESAURUS

    I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR FUCKING VOCABULARY

    I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU NOSE-UP FINGER TWIRLING

    I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR FUCKING DICTIONARY.

    FUCK YOU, AND YOUR FUCKING THESIS

    I DON’T CARE IF YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORLD

    YOU’RE TALKING TO THE MICE THAT LIVE UNDER THE WALL

    AND YOU WON’T DIE ANY LESS PATHETICALLY THAN ALL OF US.

     
  9. (Source: showslow, via baegod)

     

  10. stream of conciousness character studies

    he was into fucking pop music, so now whenever i hear pop music i think of him. how the fuck am i supposed to avoid pop music? and all pop music just sounds the same anyway so just anywhere i go, on the radio in the car, on the commercials on TV i can’t get away for just a second to stop thinking about him. i can’t even go out dancing to forget him because i end up just getting drunk and listening to a 4/4 bass line and thinking about his laugh. so now I’m stuck listening to all this shitty indie music, which is fine, whatever, i like it, but they’re all whining. they’re all so whiny and depressing. i can’t listen to anything anymore and be happy without him.