deafheaven:

Dream House 

Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly.

  “I’m dying.”
- “Is it blissful?”   
“It’s like a dream.” 
- “I want to dream.”

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clockwork-cadaver:

Death and the Maiden

Acrylic on canvas, 24x30, 6 hours

Final for my first year painting class; a reinterpretation of Abigail Larson’s own version of Death and the Maiden, which I have tattooed on my upper arm.

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And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’

Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country  (via collectivecadaver)

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I had always been good company for myself.

Charles Bukowski, Ham On Rye  (via hattiewatson)

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Wise men put their trust in ideas and not in circumstances.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via thingsandschemes)

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clockwork-cadaver:

“Darker Handcraft”, acrylic on canvas pad, 16”x20”

 
This was actually my final for the first semester of my introduction to painting class. It’s been sitting around my dorm for a while so I thought I’d share some pictures on here.

Titled after my favourite Trap Them album. 

Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.

Mark Twain  (via tinababeh)

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Before my death I hope to obtain my life.

Charles Bukowski (via sanguinedivine)

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