I Lied. I Don’t Actually Like Sex. Put Your Clothes Back On, I'm Going To Explain To You How Patroclus

This is my most favorite novelty soap ever

the longest week (2014)

I love reading writers for whom english is their second language and analyzing how their first language influences their style. People whose first language is romantic tend to be very descriptive and flowery with their english, whereas german or russian first language speakers are a lot more concise and almost abrupt. Most of the japanese writers I've read have had a simple, surrealist quality to their writing. Almost like watercolor paints. I just find it interesting.

More easy recipes / Recipes my Grandma taught me

Part 1 & Part 2

The Moon & Art by Théodore Gudin 🌙⭐

SOMETHING CLAWS OUT FROM THE CENTER OF YOU, THE FOUNTAIN OF PHILOSOPHY NESTLED IN THE SUPERIOR VENA CAVA BLEEDS SHARP AND SICKLY. FLECHETTES OF PUTRID SERRATED BONE LIKE THE JAVELINS OF SOME FETID GREEK HERO CONDEMNED TO THE PATHETIC CLOACA OF HISTORY. BREATHE. DIE. REPEAT.

ONE BEAUTIFUL SUMMER MORNING THE CRACKS WILL HAVE HEALED AND THE TROJANS WILL STAY INSIDE YOUR WOODEN EQUINE BELLY WHERE IT IS SAFE AND DARK WHERE THEY WILL SPOIL INTO GENTLE OBLIVION, FERMENTING SWORD AND BONE INTO GRIT AND SLUDGE. IT WILL STAY LIKE THAT FOREVER. IT WILL.

"WILL IT EVER BE SOFT?" SOMETHING CRAWLS UP YOUR BACK. VERTEBRAE TWITCH INWARD, BENDING AND SNAPPING TO RECOIL LIKE WHEN YOU WERE BURNED WITH THE CURLING IRON. "YES." IT WHISPERS, "TENDER. LIKE A VIRGIN. LIKE VEAL."

When will I experience love such as this...😔

“Even if I now saw you only once, I would long for you through worlds,”

— Izumi Shikibu, from “Even if I now saw you”; The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems (tr. by Jane Hirshfield & Mariko Aratani)

Solar eclipse. March 20th 2015 as seen from Leicester, UK

Now as a .gif,  because this is Tumblr