Curious Creatures.

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an oldie.
a drawing for a lovely girl named Vivian.


I spent the month of February 2013 in Japan and shot this roll of film in Nozawa Onsen and subsequently put it in a pocket of a bag not to be found until last week. Brings up nice memories. It’s funny seeing how you saw things over a year ago - seeing how you’d see things differently if you were there now. 

(via xylophobia)

It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book (via perfect)

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People aren’t maps. Or homes.
No matter how hard you try,
you can never fold another into
your back pocket.
You will never occupy the same
space as someone, regardless of
how intently you dig your claws
into their flesh.
Don’t try to eat their bones.
Don’t suck on their tears
like they are holy water.
I am done with comparing your
eyes to glowing embers,
your palms to shallow bowls of lake,
your heart beat to continental drift.
Every poem has made you more human,
each word carves you into
a marble statue. A monument
you are not deserving of anymore.
I am tired of thinking you are
more than mortal.
A person is a person. Nothing more,
nothing less. Just a collection
of bones, some flesh and a
bunch of nerves. Not a map.
Never a home.
jessica therese, “A Person is a Person” (via contramonte)

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Illustrations, 2014 | by  Michael Howard

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Violent ward hallway in the main complex at St. Lawrence State Hospital, used to store a variety of colored desk chairs when the asylum was abandoned.


by eriksherman


On the edge of experience, Wanda Koop

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From a special edition of 15 copies of Frank O’Hara’s Meditations In An Emergency (1957), which included an original drawing/collage by Grace Hartigan.

via Yale Library

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black sand beach, vik, iceland