not even moving their bones
Sometimes described as an odd mixture of a giddy 8-year-old and a grumpy grandma. Will be reblogging and sometimes even posting anything somewhat relevant to her life and obsessions.
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Snow Storm - Steam-Boat off a Harbour’s Mouth (exhibited 1842), oil on canvas, Tate Britain, London | artwork by Joseph Mallord William Turner
In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.
We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.
dontblinktheangelshavecamelot:
Look! There was a fan fiction article in today’s Washington Express (a free daily I newspaper put out by the Washington Post in Washington DC)
Article credit, Beth Marlowe (Express)
Art credit, Patrick Leger (For Express)
“DAMMIT JIM”
(via light-essence)
‘stop being so dramatic’
‘i don’t know what you’re talking about’ sings the gay opera dubstep vampire while being raised up in the air surrounded by flowing fabric and dancing devils
