Star Wars: Knights Of The Old Republic II: The Sith Lords / Lara Williams, Supper Club / Théodore Géricaul,

IN LOVING YOU I EAT MY HEART; IN LOVING ME YOU EAT MINE

Mary Renault, The Persian Boy Stephen Crane, ‘In the Desert’ Grace Moloney, bite the hands that feed me Yves Olade, Bloodsport Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem Edvard Munch, Two Heart (detail), 1899 Philippe de Champaigne, Saint Augustine (detail), 1650 Dante Alighieri, Vita Nova, trans. Mark Musa Red Dragon (2002), dir. Brett Ratner Margaret Atwood, ‘Two-Headed Poems’

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Every atom inside of you comes from a different star.

thoughts #83 | r.m (via rmeisel)

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

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

— Clarice Lispector, from “Report on the Thing.”

I want every single cat on this planet to know that I love them and that they are great

yeah we might be brothers in christ but so were cain and abel so shut the fuck up before i decide to find a rock about it

hey watch this

I can make almost every single post-Soviet country person on this website feel specific heart-wrenching nostalgia at the same time with one very vague painting:

(source: Evgeny Lushpin - Dusk (Сумерки) 2000)

The Two-Headed Calf By Laura Gilpin

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.

Not hiring someone because they have tattoos completely ignores the fact that they clearly have no issues with pain or commitment.