Quintessence

mdtepsic:

Madlib’s endless record collection

neil-gaiman:

Right now I miss the shit out of her. I will not see her for another 59 days, not that I’m counting or anything. But she has an album to make, and I have stuff to write.

Also, my favourite of the photos is the one of me holding up my Craig Ferguson show $50.

I wonder if my hair will look like that when it grows back.

And I am on Tumblr because I will have a favour to ask VERY SOON of anyone in Melbourne (the one in Australia). So if you’re in Melbourne, expect a Tumblr post asking for a favour, today or tomorrow…

(Source: tomswaistcoat, via fuckyeahneilandamanda)

"May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself."

- ― Neil Gaiman

"it has been 3 yrs 10 months and 27 days
since the first time i saw you naked
since the night you ripped off your shirt, stuck your boobs in my face,
and said “touch them”
i touched them like a diabetic third grader opening a snickers bar
you said “hard”
i thought “yes i am”
but you are so soft
i said, “your lips, they’re like whale blubber”
that wasn’t my best line
but it worked
tonight in the grocery store i found one of your hairs in my underwear
i pulled it out in the frozen foods section
and shouted, “that is so gorgeous it could kill a man!”
good thing i’m a leprechaun
lucky
lucky
baby i have no idea how this will end
maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth’s hips
and our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary
or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity
combined with the absolute [???] of your communication skills
will leave us, like a love letter
in a landfill
but whatever, however, whenever this ends
i want you to know that right now
i love you forever
i love you for the hardest mile we walked together
for the day i collected every sharp knife in the house
and threw them one by one on the roof
then told the sun
“listen, show off, from now on, you better only give me blades of grass
things that are growing and soft
cuz there’s this girl who says she wants to float on her back through my blood stream
and when she does, i want my rivers to reach the sea”
do you hear me, lover?
do you know the night you told me you had a crush on my ears
i swore to never become van gogh?
and look, baby, they’re both still there
just like my firefly heart is still right there in your glass jar
i never trusted anybody more to poke enough holes in the lid.
so on the nights you sleep like a ballerina
i try to snore like a piccolo
and i press my lips to your holy temples
and i say i crash into things in the dark
even when the lights are on,
and i am wrong more often than i am writing
and even then i am often wrong.
but when my friends are in the bathroom at the bar
rolling dollar bills into telescopes and claiming they can see god,
i will come to you,
holding my grandmother’s bible.
i will press it to your chest
i will bless it with your breath.
and when you ask if i want to roleplay
altar boys fucking in the church kitchen during sunday mass
i will say hell yes
but only if you leave a hickey on my ass in the shape of jesus’s palm
so i can be sure i got nailed
down
lover, you will never lose me to the wind
you are the lightning that made me fill my chest with candles
you are the thunder clapping for the poem that nobody else wants to hear
you are an icicle’s tear watering a tulip on the first day of spring
you melt me alive
you kiss me deep as my roots will reach
and i want nothing more
than to be an eyelash fallen on your cheek
a thing collected by your fingers
and held like a wish
i promise that whatever i do, i will always try my best
to come true"

-

Andrea Gibson

I love her work!

"God I want you
in some primal, wild way
animals want each other.
Untamed and full of teeth.

God I want you,
In some chaste, Victorian way.
A glimpse of your ankle
just kills me.

"

-

-Want, Clementine von Radics (via itsherfactory)

I like this.

(Source: clementinevonradics, via vulpes-tyrannosaurus)

barracudasideburns:

:D