Damaged People Are Dangerous. They Know They Can Survive.

In lieu of flowers, Megan Howland

undercover fw 16 / details

anatomy study

Human Frailty by Salvator Rosa, 1656

omg so yesterday i put a salt line on the pathway to our front door because i was fucking around and my brother was pretending to be a demon

and today we ordered pizza and the salt line was still there

and my brother went outside to sign for the pizza

and the pizzaman refused to step over the salt line, like he almost did and then he backed up and handed my bro the pizza and left; which is pretty ridiculous because it’s far from our door

so a heads up to everyone i’m pretty sure domino’s is actually run by demons??? kind of like how in men in black the post office is run by aliens

and i don't necessarily believe any of this i'm just saying words recreationally

Dante and Virgil in Hell (1850)

— by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

i want people to appreciate pigeons. not "ehehe skrunkly little trash gremlins. so adaptable and resilient". nothing wrong with that sentiment towards racccons and opossums, but when people do this about pigeons, it shows a fundamental misunderstanding about a pigeon's place in the world.

pigeons were beloved. they were pets, they were tools, they were food. we found use and pleasure in everything about them. then they became obsolete. then they stopped being popular. an animal that we have literally thousands of years of deep history with, completely discarded by mankind to the point most people are ignorant of their existence outside of "rats with wings".

“My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.”

— Jack Kerouac, from “Atop an Underwood: Early Stories and Other Writings,”

plato doing karaoke: i’m coming out of my cave and i’ve been doing just fine