kveer:

Swans stick-and-poke for Olive

kveer:

Swans stick-and-poke for Olive

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rileykonor:

My girlfriend Tara is selling her professionally shot photos of me on etsy. And the photos above are now available in her shop

Some quick information about this series of photos:

  • All photos are printed on traditional fine art luster paper.
  • Each 8” by 10” photo is numbered 1-5 and includes my handwritten signature (in black ink) on the front - as well as a personalised note to the buyer on the back.
  • COST: $15 + $3 shipping 

Check out Tara’s shop here.

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heyrrrabbit:

Lady In White on Flickr.
The moon had climb’d the highest hill Which rises o’er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tow’r and tree; When Mary laid her down to sleep, Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea; When soft and low, a voice was heard, Say, Mary weep, no more for me! She from her pillow gently raised Her head, to ask who there might be, And saw young Sandy shivering stand, With visage pale, and hollow e’e. O Mary dear, cold is my clay; It lies beneath a stormy sea. Far, far from thee, I sleep in death, So, Mary, weep no more for me! Three stormy nights and stormy days, We toss’d upon the raging main; And long we strove our bark to save, But all our striving was in vain. Even then, when horror chill’d my blood, The storm is past, and I at rest; So, Mary, weep no more for me! O, maiden dear, thyself prepare; We soon shall meet upon that shore Where love is free from doubt and care, And thou and I shall part no more! Loud crow’d the cock, the shadow fled; No more of Sandy could she see: But soft the passing spirit said: Sweet Mary, weep no more for me! Model: Rii Levesque Photo: J Thamnoswww.riilevesque.comwww.runrabbitentertainment.com

heyrrrabbit:

Lady In White on Flickr.

The moon had climb’d the highest hill
Which rises o’er the source of Dee,
And from the eastern summit shed
Her silver light on tow’r and tree;
When Mary laid her down to sleep,
Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea;
When soft and low, a voice was heard,
Say, Mary weep, no more for me!


She from her pillow gently raised
Her head, to ask who there might be,
And saw young Sandy shivering stand,
With visage pale, and hollow e’e.
O Mary dear, cold is my clay;
It lies beneath a stormy sea.
Far, far from thee, I sleep in death,
So, Mary, weep no more for me!


Three stormy nights and stormy days,
We toss’d upon the raging main;
And long we strove our bark to save,
But all our striving was in vain.
Even then, when horror chill’d my blood,
The storm is past, and I at rest;
So, Mary, weep no more for me!


O, maiden dear, thyself prepare;
We soon shall meet upon that shore
Where love is free from doubt and care,
And thou and I shall part no more!
Loud crow’d the cock, the shadow fled;
No more of Sandy could she see:
But soft the passing spirit said:
Sweet Mary, weep no more for me!

Model: Rii Levesque
Photo: J Thamnos
www.riilevesque.com
www.runrabbitentertainment.com

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"I keep telling you ‘I love you’
and it comes out as an apology.
I’m sorry. You want it to be bolder, bigger, less pathetic.
‘Love’ has become a fighting word for us.
You argue that you love me more. I don’t object.
I turn over in bed, sob into the pillow, pity myself.
I mumble it back to you because you
like the way it sounds coming out of my mouth.
We’ve turned caring for each other into a duty dance
that’s cheapened ‘love.’
It has become another way of apologizing
as you roll your eyes and say, ‘Sorry, I forgot to buy milk’,
a habit with every evening’s, ‘Night, love you too’,
a promise we keep breaking:
‘Of course I won’t, I love you’,
a lie.
It hits me that we no longer know what it means
when you slap me across the face and instantly,
I tell you I love you. I can’t help it.
I have spent months associating it with this much pain.
My insides are bullet-holed basins where the past goes to die.
I feel death when you stand close.
Stay away from me.
I love you."

Lora Mathis, “We Need a New Word for ‘Love,’ It’s Overused” (via oofpoetry)

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GAIS

GAIS

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darksilenceinsuburbia:

Molly Landreth

Embodiment: A Portrait of Queer Life in America

1. Ducky and Her Friends, Cedar Rapids, IA. 2007 

2. Ashley, Jackson, MS. 2009 I think about my life and how hard it is to be a loud mouth, out of the closet, black lesbian living in the south and how I wouldnt change it for the world. - Ashley

3. Cat and Brittany, Iowa City, IA. 2009 I gave you my heart six years ago and you have cradled it more gently than I have. I promise to hold your heart, your hand, and your body with love and respect and joy yesterday, today and tomorrow. - Cat speaking to Brittany during their wedding ceremony which was held the day after this photograph was taken.

4. Charlie and Honey, Seattle, WA. 2005

5. Cooper, Oakland, CA. 2009 At the second this image is captured, however, I am beaming from the inside out. Cant recall what nudged me toward this moment of joy. But I am grateful for the reminder. - Cooper

6. Gary and Jeremy, Brooklyn, NY. 2005

7. The Jentlemen of Distinction, East Saint Louis, MO. 2009 Being a Jentlemen is about hard work, dedication and being a family. These are my BROTHERS, no matter whatâ?¦. I am PROUD to be a Jentlemen. I hold my head up high and proud! - Dusty of The Jentlemen of Distinction

8. Nomy, Oakland, CA

9. Chickadee and Her Family, Concrete, WA. 

10. Jesus, Dallas, TX. 2009 Thank you so much for doing this project as well as allowing me to become a part of it. You guys came into my life during a chapter of my metamorphosis where I felt that I had no chance at life and I have found an immense source of inspiration from you alls presence. - Jesus 

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@1 day ago with 2476 notes
theaccretion:

games we play

theaccretion:

games we play

@1 day ago with 203 notes

He’s staying with me before he goes back to Aus. I just realized I’ve developed hypervigilance around living with a partner because of when I lived with my abusive ex. Oh wow OK I need to punch a hole in the wall.

@1 day ago
#fuck 
@1 day ago with 107676 notes
#gpoy