visual-poetry:

»untitled (there is no border here)« by shilpa gupta (+)

i tried very hard to cut the sky in half, one for my lover and one for me. but the sky kept moving and clouds from his territory came into mine. i tried pushing it away, with both my hands, harder and harder but the sky kept moving and clouds from my territory went into his. i brought a sofa and placed it in the middle, but the clouds kept floating over it. i built a wall in the middle, but the sky started to flow through it. i dug a trench, and then it rained and the sky made clouds over the trench. i tried very hard to cut

visual-poetry:

»untitled (there is no border here)« by shilpa gupta (+)

i tried very hard to cut the sky in half, one for my lover and one for me. but the sky kept moving and clouds from his territory came into mine. i tried pushing it away, with both my hands, harder and harder but the sky kept moving and clouds from my territory went into his. i brought a sofa and placed it in the middle, but the clouds kept floating over it. i built a wall in the middle, but the sky started to flow through it. i dug a trench, and then it rained and the sky made clouds over the trench. i tried very hard to cut

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black-coffee-bonus-cup:

Minor Threat
rrrevenge:

true

rrrevenge:

true

(Source: arielfinch)

Tags: drawing words

beautifulmadhouse:

"We’re all citizens of the womb, before we subdivide into sexes and shades- this side, that side.”~Ani Difranco Image by Aitch

beautifulmadhouse:

"We’re all citizens of the womb, before we subdivide into sexes and shades- this side, that side.”~Ani Difranco Image by Aitch

(via jadedoex)

everything’s okay, just look at that view

everything’s okay, just look at that view

justlikeipromised:

 this is so accurate to my life rn 

(Source: slayboybunny)

Tags: words drawing

sorryexcuseforsorry:

WOMBS (2014)

sorryexcuseforsorry:

WOMBS (2014)

thechapess:

Post-Confessional

seemstween:

Luna says that all the sad, lonely girls died from the cancer of being a woman.

Do I have this vulvic sickness too?

What I do know for sure is that I have this thing with addiction:

It started with cigarettes

and adderall

and number games

and wrapping my hair around my fingers

and playing with my boyfriend’s balls

and two vaginas rubbing against each other

and HBO mini-series

and Netflix original series

and blogging

and GIFs of baby animals

and ordering pizza

and cleansing myself of pizza

and the routine of quitting

and collecting books that I will never read

and poetry

and email

and weed

and money

and institutional acceptance

and awards for genius

and storing handguns in my cunt

and recognizing TV tropes by name

and feeling wanted

and feeling neglected

and feeling wanted while being neglected

and spit in mouths

and coffee

and validation

and Ben Lerner

and my own name

and cocks

and specifically cocks in lace underwear

and pictures saturated with light

and making plans to see friends who are in different countries

            like Paris

            like UK

            like Spain

            like Canada

            like South Brooklyn

and feeling in control  

and loving myself

and feeling out of control

and hating myself

and the internet.

The internet…

Yeah, it started with just those things

and it never ended.