prussian-lullaby:

monocromas:

deathrock:

becausebirds:

The blackest bird there ever was. It’s black on the outside from head to toe, and black on the inside with its meat and organs.

It’s called the Ayam Cemani from Indonesia, and they’re $2,500 a pop. Their bones are black, too. The only part of them that’s not black is their blood 

That’s metal.

The biggest, blackest cock

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crime-and-puns:

*sets entire english language on fire*

crime-and-puns:

*sets entire english language on fire*

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arutairu:

The only videogame levels: grass, egypt, fish, trees and hell

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cuntofdoom:

boyexemplified:

overtheunderpass:

I was just introduced to this incredible Twitter account

oh

qkazoo

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man, life would be easier if i could tell what the fuck i wanted out of it

opticallyaroused:

Burn Light by art-ditz photography

genderedboy:

"Why do you want this job?"

Because under capitalism I am forced to sell my labor in order to subsist.

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oryte:

I bet you’re looking at this and thinking hmm not the best photo ever i mean it’s only a seafront and it’s ugly anyway. This photo was infact taken in the dead of night, the only reason it is bright is because i snapped the shutter down as soon as a flash of lightning hit. I was so astonished when these got developed that I actually managed to get a photo of it - especially on my 35mm film cameraSo yeah, my picture of a freak lightning storm

oryte:

I bet you’re looking at this and thinking hmm not the best photo ever i mean it’s only a seafront and it’s ugly anyway. This photo was infact taken in the dead of night, the only reason it is bright is because i snapped the shutter down as soon as a flash of lightning hit. I was so astonished when these got developed that I actually managed to get a photo of it - especially on my 35mm film camera

So yeah, my picture of a freak lightning storm

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"We have not long to love.
Light does not stay.
The tender things are those
we fold away.
Coarse fabrics are the ones
for common wear.
In silence I have watched you
comb your hair.
Intimate the silence,
dim and warm.
I could but did not, reach
to touch your arm.
I could, but do not, break
that which is still.
(Almost the faintest whisper
would be shrill.)
So moments pass as though
they wished to stay.
We have not long to love.
A night. A day…."

— "We Have Not Long to Love," Tennessee Williams (via commovente)