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random stories of an unknown caliber #004
your love is a new sound
one i have never experienced
it’s uncomfortable, unusual, insatiable
it fills my every thought with saturation
it swells it’s symphony,
humming the melody of love i lost years ago
the roots of its spirit unearthing
and to it, you are it’s spring.
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random stories of an unknown caliber #003
there is a breeze that follows my neck,
every time you are near.
i used to be scared of it.
it made me resent you;
now it's simply a whisp of the present
flowing within the trees
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random stories of an unknown caliber #002
i hate cantaloupe.
i hate the flavor of it.
i hate how it spreads it’s taste to everything.
i hate cantaloupe.
i hate how soft it feels in my mouth,
and how deadly it’s aftertaste is.
i hate cantaloupe.
because everywhere I go it seems to haunt me,
and i always have to taste
your remains on others.
i hate cantaloupe.
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random stories of an unknown caliber #001
Perhaps I'll see you again on a random street in London.
Our eyes will lock and I'll be back in your kitchen;
Cooking breakfast at 3:02, listening to a Styles record.
I'll be back in your car, our car, and we drive through the park,
I feel the wind grab onto my hand, as I grab onto yours.
I'll be back in my dorm, watching some obscure film,
My head on your shoulder, feeling your breath.
Perhaps I'll see you in London,
Or I'll only see your ghost.
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holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror
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What’s better than a vampire? What’s better than a horse. A Vampire Horse, of course. I made this comic a few months ago.
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Spider-Man Noir portrayed by Nicolas Cage Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse | 2018
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Before you post, think:
Is it groovy
Is it smashing, baby
Is it shagedelic
Does it give you mojo
Does it make others randy
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FOR LARRY WALTERS, WHO DREAMED SINCE HE WAS A CHILD OF USING BALLOONS TO FLY; WHO IN 1982 SPEND FOUR THOUSAND DOLLARS OF HIS TRUCK-DRIVING DELIVERYMAN SALARY TO BUY SUPPLIES, INCLUDING ONE LAWN CHAIR, FORTY-TWO BALLOONS, AND A HELIUM TANK, WHICH HE USED TO INFLATE THE BALLOONS, ARRANGING THEM IN A RING AROUND THE LAWN CHAIR, A STURDY ALUMINUM TYPE FROM SEARS, IN WHICH HE LAUNCHED HIMSELF ALONG WITH HIS PELLET GUN AND WATER JUGS A THOUSAND FEET A MINUTE INTO THE CALIFORNIA SKY, WITH THE GOAL OF CLEARING THE SAN GABRIEL MOUNTAINS TO REACH THE MOJAVE; WHO AGAINST ALL ODDS FLEW, FROM A BACKYARD IN SAN PEDRO TO LONG BEACH, AN IMPERFECT MAN ON AN IMPERFECT FLIGHT PATH, WHO BROUGHT HIS CAMERA BUT DIDN’T USE IT; WHO, UPON HIS ARREST BY THE LONG BEACH POLICE, WAS QUOTED AS SAYING A MAN CAN’T JUST SIT AROUND…..
FUCK YES LARRY YOU DID IT BABY
Amelia Gray - FOR LARRY
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mr president there appears to be some dark souls 3 type shit happening in the northeast
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This is the funniest email I have ever received from a professor
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