(Source: wendyandlucy)

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toobaa:

Life value compared in font size.

(via kill-whitepeople)

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(via deerpong)

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(Source: willyoubuildyou, via kill-whitepeople)

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The first year was like icing.
Then the cake started to show through.
Which was fine, too, except you forget the direction you’re taking.
Suddenly you are interested in some new thing
And can’t tell how you got here. Then there is confusion
Even out of happiness, like a smoke—
The words get heavy, some topple over, you break others.
And outlines disappear once again.

Heck, it’s anybody’s story,
A sentimental journey—“gonna take a sentimental journey,”
And we do, but you wake up under the table of a dream:
You are that dream, and it is the seventh layer of you.
We haven’t moved an inch, and everything has changed.
We are somewhere near a tennis court at night.
We get lost in life, but life knows where we are.
We can always be found with our associates.
Haven’t you always wanted to curl up like a dog and go to sleep like a dog?

In the rash of partings and dyings (the new twist),
There’s also room for breaking out of living.
Whatever happens will be quite ingenious.
No acre but will resume being disputed now,
And paintings are one thing we never seem to run out of.

- John Ashbery

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(Source: dellrey, via magicconchshell)

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(Source: matt-molloy, via artchipel)

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(Source: a24films)

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You can hear him telling the dog that one broken heart

deserves a heart that has been differently broken.

I had that dream in New York City. Times Square

looks like America throwing up on itself. 

I want to hold its hair back.

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(Source: artchipel)

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