A nineteen year old thought machine with voluntary insomnia, a need to travel, and a bad case of the "Rhyme-a-lots".
My organs glow in the dark.

2:55 am

I’ve cleared out a lot of anger in my life this summer. Subconsciously, through the love of good people and experiences.
I think my final obstacle is the wall of difficulty that is us. In all honesty, I just can’t be upset with someone I no longer know anymore. That is that and that is all.


Picasso drawing with light in a triple exposure photograph, Vallauris, France, 1949.

Frida winking, 1933
Lucienne Bloch

I need this tattooed

Image from Vsevold Meyerhold, Biomechanics Workshop, 1920

Our Earth is peppered with some 20,000 tons of stardust a year. Scanned from Wonderland of Science. 1930s.

The Lotus Mahal, Vijayanagara 1885
Photograph of the Lotus Mahal at Vijayanagara, from the Archaeological Survey of India Collections taken by an unknown photographer around 1880. Vijayanagara, the City of Victory, was the most powerful Hindu kingdom in Southern India from 1336 until the defeat by the Muslim armies in 1565. 
(via British Library)

I’m so glad the trend of rich white girls wearing black beanies that have huge words printed on the front has finally come to an end. Wearing the word “CUNT” on your forehead does not make you look hard. it’s 94 degrees outside, it just makes you look sweaty.


Indian motorcycle with Ackerman spring wheels, pictured in Motor Mechanic Magazine, April 1917.(via The Mot Art)

So few days to go
before the ground splits through
beneath my toes
A treadmill rises through rubble, slow
Pushing pushing pushing, north I go
Footsteps no longer
belong to my control
leaving here, the last bits of home
Shoving me, hopefully, to San Francisco


Shiva as Nataraja Orissa Paata Painting on Canvas (via Dolls of India)