The mouth remembers what the brain can’t quite wrap its tongue around and that’s what my life’s become. My life’s become my mouths remembering, telling stories with the brains tongue.
When You Write [Black Angels Version] - Ten in the Swear Jar
I know a man
As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking, — John, I
sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,
drive, he sd, for
christ’s sake, look
out where yr going.
Henri Matisse - Moroccan Landscape (1911-13)
Girl band <3
Ugh fuck I love this so much Robyn
Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama in her studio, 1958
Yohji Yamamoto Spring 1985 by Max Vadukul
Hollis Heichemer. Doglio 3. Acrylic and ink on paper, 10 x 15”.