astrologymarina:

Sailor Pluto, Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune represent the planetary archetypes that are associated with the signs Scorpio, Aquarius and Pisces.

astrologymarina:

Sailor Pluto, Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune represent the planetary archetypes that are associated with the signs Scorpio, Aquarius and Pisces.

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Questions that I fear, chapter one. The point of the song is that we are fairly well damaged by the legacy of the romantic poets. We think of love as this thing that is accompanied by strings, and it’s a force for good, and if something bad happens, then that’s not love. And the therapeutic tradition I come from, I used to work in therapy, also says it’s not love if it feels bad. I don’t know so much about that. I don’t know that the Greeks weren’t right. I think they were: that love can eat a path through everything. That it can destroy a lot of things on the way to it’s own objective which is just it’s expression of itself. My step-father loved his family. Now, he mistreated us terribly quite often. But he loved us. Well, that, to me, is something worth commenting on in the hopes of undoing what I see as terrible damage in the way that people talk about love as this benign, comfortable force. It’s not that. It’s wild.
John Darnielle on Love Love Love (via gedu88)

(Source: NPR, via gedu88)

be careful of the people who make our bodies feel

the stress tastes delicious.
there was so much; speak softly!
celestial photos:
Hubble Space Telescope’s latest views of Weird French Toast w/Emotional Benefits. Click Here.
oh, how I want to help them on this planet:
a supervillainess, but I want to be love.
How?
Venus fly trap won’t close on the fractals when Sassy fell off.
environmental influences.
my life as a sexy bottle of ethics.
I’m coming for your hands,
bloody.

alifelesslonely:

Marina & Ulay: 

“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”

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So real, so human.

So beautiful.

SO.INTENSE.

(via broken-arrows-clothing)

miss u

miss u

I AM CHASING THAT LIGHT

This is the White House of the solar system.
Sophisticated alarm clocks dripping gold gently,
drunken Irishmen fully intend to remind you…
Buried under years of the Universe,
I look.

This is real, and
you deserve a hazy glow
against the sun.

But, having a hazy glow against the classy sweatpants moment,
(One Weird Trick To DO NOT LOVE)
(“smart pup, I thought he was trying”)
Constantly thinking, I guess,
though love is everything.

"welcome to"
and still locked,
it’s in all there is.

 If my drunken Irishman fully intends to say that
this is the gods’ symposium,
it’s curious chopped-up chaos
in love with LIES
it’s Friday night

Everything would happen if your world,
in its burden of sticky oil,
exploded.
I have to.
Me, you, so willingly pacified
by material things.

Today is no longer fear.
Literally anything, up, some new place.
I’m going to find the KXL.
Half in, sprinkle the juice into exile, a web of that.
Here’s the rose: a new apartment!
Signed the months, I guess,
though I can’t tell what you are, so this poem came.

(i’ve been alive because i wrote;
idk what would be fine)

DEEPLY RISK
IT ALL
MEANS NOTHING
i will change a big world.

Birthday gifts are temporary.
You can do whatever.
“He had so little hours.”
Now you’re just love, 
transmutation,
the circle.

CONSCIOUSNESS IS SIMPLE
DON’T COMPLICATE WHAT IS SIMPLE

A grotesque animal may sting.
The hoax is living.
Nobody said it doesn’t give a shit about this.
Is this?

DON’T COMPLICATE A BROKEN HEAD

I’m a poem from my dream.
I am God and 11 centuries old.
To survive in America with LIES:
it’s beautiful and it matters
til ten pm.

I’ve been alive in case of the first art.
Really, I hung up some chaos.
the rest into anything else
the rest into anything else

It’s Friday night.
That poem about it glows, though.

DON’T COMPLICATE WHAT IS SIMPLE.
DON’T COMPLICATE WHAT IS PERFECT.
IT’S ON.