April242014
8PM
ravensfrost:

Edgar Allan Poe at Peace

ravensfrost:

Edgar Allan Poe at Peace

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8PM

jimmiecocoabean:

Edgar Allen Poe sculpture to be unveiled in Boston on October 5th!!

This Edgar Allan Poe Statue Is As Intense As You’d Want It To Be http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/04/17/edgar-allan-poe-statue_n_5168328.html

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8PM
the-conquistador:

AXED

She died, she’s a living!

Despairs in the startling makings, they’re rotten, souls sold by consonant whispers of the wises, renegaded loving birds among twisting anadems, in the averting wraps of their silenced illuminations, flora and fauna, murmurs, hid tails and quotes— Masculinities bitten off in folks’ tales, so pathetic they are whirled into juxtapositions, so lame in locked positions, expatriated from the glossed air, licked by swallowing affinities of unrecognizably sweet  authoritarianisms, abandoning tells of realizations: Paisley stuffs by the killed ears—blocked—wrecked lies, kennels of imaginations ignited—infiltrated—sneak wricks,  the gloriously, holy tempestuous urges of theirs, my my, howdy, our praised luminaries are so voracious, daring and resilient, such lasting protagonists, beseech!

He died, he’s a dying!

Immense blocks of carte blanches, uncontrived things, without orders they’re disemboweled like nothingness,  fading in the ironicalness, covered by grounds of  quenching lovers with tongues of igneous rigidities  sharing breaths and flames of literal dematerializations— Hell, we don’t know, we don’t care, we are curt answers, the realignment of stars and the Earth, our nights, the births of fallen angels, the tamed creatures, vile riddles, the imprisoned Titans, the draconian Gods, their laughs, the sweatless loves, the ambling eyes that are enchanting: Causticities in their epitomized risings—great figurations— “Deary, love takes casualties!”—boon illustrations screaming— So careless and ignorant in blisses of warm confinements, hearts rebelling against rebuked movements—petrified, arms stemmed in global soliloquy—perpetuations adhered!
- The Conquistador

Artwork: Until I Say by Ryan Lee

the-conquistador:

AXED

She died, she’s a living!

Despairs in the startling makings, they’re rotten,
souls sold by consonant whispers of the wises,
renegaded loving birds among twisting anadems,
in the averting wraps of their silenced illuminations,
flora and fauna, murmurs, hid tails and quotes—
Masculinities bitten off in folks’ tales, so pathetic
they are whirled into juxtapositions, so lame in
locked positions, expatriated from the glossed air,
licked by swallowing affinities of unrecognizably sweet
authoritarianisms, abandoning tells of realizations:
Paisley stuffs by the killed ears—blocked—wrecked lies,
kennels of imaginations ignited—infiltrated—sneak wricks,
the gloriously, holy tempestuous urges of theirs,
my my, howdy, our praised luminaries are so voracious,
daring and resilient, such lasting protagonists, beseech!

He died, he’s a dying!

Immense blocks of carte blanches, uncontrived things,
without orders they’re disemboweled like nothingness,
fading in the ironicalness, covered by grounds of
quenching lovers with tongues of igneous rigidities
sharing breaths and flames of literal dematerializations—
Hell, we don’t know, we don’t care, we are curt answers,
the realignment of stars and the Earth, our nights,
the births of fallen angels, the tamed creatures, vile riddles,
the imprisoned Titans, the draconian Gods, their laughs,
the sweatless loves, the ambling eyes that are enchanting:
Causticities in their epitomized risings—great figurations—
“Deary, love takes casualties!”—boon illustrations screaming—
So careless and ignorant in blisses of warm confinements,
hearts rebelling against rebuked movements—petrified,
arms stemmed in global soliloquy—perpetuations adhered!

- The Conquistador

Artwork: Until I Say by Ryan Lee

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2PM

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April232014
8PM
April222014
“…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, ‘That was fine’. And your life is a long line of fine.” Gillian Flynn (via fuckoff-mondays)

(Source: uglypnis, via a-thousand-words)

8PM
jasonfnsaint:

Overlook Elementary

jasonfnsaint:

Overlook Elementary

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3PM
snarkeet:

chemicaal-heart:

reemizzle:

IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE THIS IS FROM YOU HAVEN’T LIVED

CHILDHOOD

I scrolled past it and then immediately scrolled back up as the memory came rushing back to me
I can suddenly see my whole kindergarten classroom

snarkeet:

chemicaal-heart:

reemizzle:

IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE THIS IS FROM YOU HAVEN’T LIVED

CHILDHOOD

I scrolled past it and then immediately scrolled back up as the memory came rushing back to me

I can suddenly see my whole kindergarten classroom

(via thatdisneylover)

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