fat men on mopeds,
black kids laughing at my dancing

(the Arctic Monkeys are the love children of Evanescence and every rapper ever)

and her big, cricket eyes
in the window of her
skuffed-up silver box car

piggyback snort
(giggle-smirk, skin-jump)
kneeling down, noting,
scrunching up her skirt
looking vaguely forward

Last night,

I drank Jack and coke
until 7am. I didn’t

know why until I found
out his brain had overloaded.

Even though I hated him a little,
I hated him in the same way
I hate myself and that always
made me feel con-
nected to him, com for ted.

I think right now,
God is telling him,
You were my art. And,
you didn’t need to be ashamed.
You didn’t need to stop up your love.

How to retox:

Unintentional poetry revised from what-would-i-say.com.

E-mail the cute girls and wine.
E-mail the furnace sounds,
a tiny dorm room,
a C+ soul: the first
openly gay senator. 

Go to Walmart and buy two boxes of Tagalongs.
GET BIDS ON YOUR indignity.

Her love life sucks,
but I can literally hear them
from across campus. 

The furnace sounds a lot better
than me. If anyone thinks
they just lust, it’s love. I’m sure of it. 

(Found sixty bucks when I was a Hufflepuff
because I wore bell-bottoms all last week.) 

She was sorry
and the Italians have angels.
Lorca seems to be obsessed 
with his camera. 

We weren’t sure about the iguana. 

Rabbis were their own poets.
We take pottery, but I was resurrected.
I’m a monk; we’re all monks, yeah!

Ugly Duckling Presse is something holy.
Jane Eyre is surfacing and sometimes deadly,
never around campus.

I’ll be going to see the same poem all my life.
I’m still in the bookstore: just discovered it!

It was an hour-long discussion about whether I should have seen this. 

"She was a compulsive pessimist, always looking for the soft brown spot in the fruit, pressing so hard she created it."

Amy Waldman, The Submission (via larmoyante)

(via rustyvoices)

"A line is a dot that went for a walk."

Paul Klee (via moma)

(via poetsandwriters)

mfjr:

water lilies by Claude Monet

(via stolenwine)

met this girl with really cool eyes the other day… wip.

met this girl with really cool eyes the other day… wip.

"I don’t want to earn my living; I want to live."

Oscar Wilde (via larmoyante)

(via poetsandwriters)

apocketforchange:

how the hell do I even use oil pastels? my sister has a shit ton left over from when she was into art

They’re boss for smearing. Use a smudge stick or the white pastel and you can make lots of pretty colors. You can also use terpenoid and brush over them. :)

no-lyfe-loser:

cactehi:

flirtly:

terrysdiary:

MOST OF THE STUFF PEOPLE WORRY ABOUT NEVER HAPPENS

just a reminder

very important^^

wowow so weird to think about

no-lyfe-loser:

cactehi:

flirtly:

terrysdiary:

MOST OF THE STUFF PEOPLE WORRY ABOUT NEVER HAPPENS

just a reminder

very important^^

wowow so weird to think about

(Source: terrysdiary, via rustyvoices)