Lessons in Birdsong

vacancy at 3am

and it sets in hard again
just as i leave it all
that gnawing ribcage of
midnight wakeness wrapped around
my own blinking chest

i try to be galactic
shoving at dirtbound insomnia
stretching instead to kiss at slumbering stars and
craning in dreams to learn from vastkept space

but again my tiny moon
is eclipsed by my tiny beating
earthen heart unable as always
to understand that it’s only celestial
to the blood in my cells

i’m still trying to speak
with the right tongue hoping
that with the right language
my tired stayawake muscles will finally understand
they need only to rub against
each other to stop
from feeling alone

keeping a starry ear tipped up
tonguesearching in constellations
to give my body a sense of eternalness

hoping the body will listen and reply
singing back to me so i can finally hear it too

hoping someday that my disbelief
can take comfort in
its insincere echo

museumuesum:

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

In the bed (Dans le Lit), c. 1892, oil on cardboard mounted on wood parquet, ~21 x 27.5 in.

In Bed (Dans le Lit), 1893, Oil on cardboard, ~21 1/2 x  28 inches

In bed: The Kiss (Dans le lit: Le baiser), 1892, thinned oil on cardboard

The Kiss, 1892, oil on cardboard, The Kiss, 60 x 80 cm

this makes me want a french lover

CAN I GO NOW PLEASE

creepyabandonedplaces:

Holy Land USA
Waterbury, Connecticut 

Holy Land USA was once an 18 acre Bible-themed park located in Waterbury, Connecticut. The park had about 40,000 visitors a year until it closed in 1984 for renovations. Holy Land USA never opened back up again due to the death of owner John Greco in 1986. It has been abandoned ever since. The abandoned acres of the theme park have been watched over by groups of nuns for decades, but the place keeps getting more and more creepy as the park continues to deteriorate. 

On top of the vandalism and eeriness the park gives off, a teenager was murdered on these abandoned grounds in 2010. Since then police records have shown that the amount of trespassers have been decreasing which just means abandoned Holy Land USA is as creepy and deserted as ever.

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likeafieldmouse:

Huang Yan - Chinese Landscapes (1999-2005)

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by the light of my phone i can just make out the moon
the fog and the rain are like walls in this midnight room
from the sound of the cars i’m like pretty far away
from the sound of the thunder the clouds are pumpin bass
from the sound of my veins my lungs are working hard
in the soft of the mud i’m finally lost in cloth of dark

to the third sloppy drunk of the night

when i can hold you up with both big arms
that i have grown into by now, these big arms
that i’ve earned cashing in years which you’ve
shed down your throat with the liquor
you wrote into your skin, slick and thin
now and ginbaby of mine, child for this night

then i can hold you up with both big arms and spin
you and you giggle and i can hold back your hair
and sing to you and you make retching noises
and then smile and i can walk you home and i
can look at these arms and ask myself
questions beginning with w and h because
i earned these arms to hold up someone who gave theirs up?

when i can hold my child up with both big arms
that i have grown into by now, these big arms
that i’ve earned with crow’s feet clacking over
my back, the spine holding up more and more columns
and stacks and stacks of calcium in my wake,
the shaving from the boneache of the day,
then i can look at these arms and pat myself
with them and know that the weight that they
carry is what i have grown them into for.

who’s excited to be goofballs in dominica? WE ARE.

Holy Holy, Wye Oak.

this remains one of my all-time favorite songs, and the video is brilliant. why don’t more people love them?

also saw them them life and they freakin SLAYED

projects4peace:

Our fundraising video!!!

yo check dis out (SO pumped for this summer), and visit here for more info.

nevver:

Thank God it’s Frida

yes always yes

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bofransson:

Women at the Riverside Paul Gauguin - 1892

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bofransson:

Henri Matisse, Window, 1916

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