ekkivanmeta:

This was unlike the story
It was written to be
I was riding its back
When it used to ride me

brazenswing:

Francisco de Goya y Lucientes El entierro de la sardina (detail) 1812-1819

heartbeats-by-dre:

While you were asleep
On the couch, watching a movie, smoking weed
Rummaging through the utensils in the kitchen counter,
In the drainer, which one’s sharper.
When the light creeps in
loosen my grip and crawl back into my bed.
Your alarm is set to go off in a half an hour.
Eyes closed. Fake snore. None the wiser.

pabloorza:

mitoloxías (2016)

drakontomalloi:

Denis Forkas Kostromitin - Study for Flooded Bell Tower. 2014

qpulm:

Sans Soleil (Chris Marker, 1983)

thelittlefreakazoidthatcould:

It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (1966)

This is the time of year to write to the Great Pumpkin. On Halloween night, the Great Pumpkin rises out of his pumpkin patch and flies through the air with his bag of toys for all the children!