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sugar baby liquid tender fist slit gash knit water blister
suck my shit my toungue loose leaf laundry baby
baby sun hot flower ginger sick sock not pee piss
watch lick on me fuck window linger wreak




korvjl:

saturday feeling / september 2014

korvjl:

saturday feeling / september 2014





arpeggia:

Valerie Hegarty - Rothko Sunset, 2007, foam core, canvas, paper, paint, glue, wire, tape, sand, gel medium, 42” x 32” x 8” © Nicelle Beauchene Gallery
See more Valerie Hegarty posts here.

arpeggia:

Valerie Hegarty - Rothko Sunset, 2007, foam core, canvas, paper, paint, glue, wire, tape, sand, gel medium, 42” x 32” x 8” © Nicelle Beauchene Gallery

See more Valerie Hegarty posts here.



theartofsculpture:

Claire Hedden
Old and Restless, 2011. Earthenware, felt and plastic zip ties, 12” x 5” x 18”

theartofsculpture:

Claire Hedden

Old and Restless, 2011. Earthenware, felt and plastic zip ties, 12” x 5” x 18”







Humbling sensations-
From the depths of my abdomen to the dried out finger tips extending from my palms.
A haze settling in, a fog behind my eyes and the faint murmuring of lips mouthing -sick sided- thought..



"When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence."
—Ingmar Bergman



oh, it’s beautiful outside.
i’m close to an anxious mess, but gosh, it’s beautiful.



a vague depiction of distant feelings filling up today.
those scream into a pillow urges.

a vague depiction of distant feelings filling up today.
those scream into a pillow urges.



"Spiritual people can be some of the most violent people you will ever meet. Mostly, they are violent to themselves. They violently try to control their minds, their emotions, and their bodies. They become upset with themselves and beat themselves up for not rising up to the conditioned mind’s idea of what it believes enlightenment to be. No one ever became free through such violence. Why is it that so few people are truly free? Because they try to conform to ideas, concepts, and beliefs in their heads. They try to concentrate their way to heaven. But Freedom is about the natural state, the spontaneous and unselfconscious expression of beingness. If you want to find it, see that the very idea of a someone who is in control is a concept created by the mind. Take one step backward into the unknown."
—Adyashanti (via universoul)



"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
—Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis 



oh the katamari lyfe, i long for fantasy

oh the katamari lyfe, i long for fantasy



colored water running over pores of paper,

colored water running over pores of paper,