Don’t ever compliment me by insulting other women. That’s not a compliment, it’s a competition none of us agreed to.

-jaythenerdkid (via tat-art)

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Hiro — Fighting Fish, 1990

slather me in ectoplasm

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winston chmielinski

the everything bagel

I’ve fawned over being yours, 
I’ve marveled at your words.
Now I am tired and unhappy. 
So I hate, and I do it with such vigor and simmering resentment.

My knowledge of this city has expanded
So much 
That I am gorged and bloating with infatuation. 
I carry on, 
Mercilessly craving for more.

Old notes from my journal on an NPR segment:
Low dopamine (?) levels; body is unable to paralyze itself during REM sleep.
Jumps on top of girlfriend, “THERE IS A JACKAL IN THE ROOM.”
She groggily musters, “No there isn’t.”
*widens eyes*
Lays back down in bed… knowing there is a jackal in the room. 
And that’s trust.

Me: I was waiting for the bus in a highly populated pigeon intersection, and a fat pigeon was trying to carry a piece of trash. So it took off, flying low,  and its pigeon belly smacked me on my right cheek.
Caroline: I think I’m crying. This is even better than the time I rode a moped with a chicken sitting on my lap.

- Wig
- Fujifilm Instax in white or pink
- Toaster oven
- Two decks of cards & a set of poker chips. 
Reminder: poker chips made of plastic & metal; do not eat.
- Fisheye lens
- Tea kettle

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I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.

-Michelle K., Things I Wish I Knew How To Do (via larmoyante)

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Frankie Cosmos

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I used to live alone
But I found you so certain
I’m yours to take
Now I can’t wait
For all the mistakes
We’ve yet to make

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I’m awful about your name. I still jump when I hear it. I still feel it rattling somewhere in my stomach. I think I’m jealous of anyone that gets to say it because it’s not my right anymore. Years from now I’ll be standing in a supermarket and someone will casually brush past me, your name falling from their mouth like confetti. I’ll drop everything that I’m holding. My knees will wobble in the way they only did when I was with you. Years from now I’ll still remember how your name tasted in my mouth and I’ll have to start missing you all over again.

-Azra.T “Aisle 3”


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