I like to think god is throwing animals at me. That the windows should be broken into. That you don’t remember the smoke filling your throat, your lungs. That you don’t remember me in the doorway half-dressed, half-deer.
|—||Katherine Osborne (kdecember), from "god is throwing animals at us," published in Plain Wrap’s Quarter (via myshoesuntied)|
This is even better than the last one!!
Maruyama Ōkyo | 1733 - 1795
I did a stick and poke on myself today
well that was stupid of you