things that I, Dustin, like to look at. :]
understand.
you ask me to help you understand.
wind blows in your face as you stand atop the mountain.
children are playing in the warm summer air,
slashing the inflatable swimming pool and letting it bleed.
you ask me to understand.
people crossing the street wear masks in the shape of small cat faces.
the bubbles pop,
the wind still blows,
and i’m wondering how love fits into the equation.
i ask you to help me understand.
a chilling feeling courses in and through your head,
a scream breaks deafening silence, then, nothing.
antique photographs encompass the walls,
broken,
stranded times.
eight wind-up toys parade around an ecstatic,
now frightened infant.
you understand.
pronunciation | ‘dUst-shA-a-wung (DOOST-shay-ah-wung)
submitted by | petrovitch
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I would LOVE for this to be my next tattoo.
Artwork done by Blake Gordon.
I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS
You have your mother’s cheek bones
godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P
I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached.
The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world.
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection.
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.
(Source: soy-un-vampido, via parallysiss)
i hate reblogging all these cliche pictures, but this could not be more true right now.
seems this would be the best thing for all of us who already feel so lost where we used to feel most comfortable.
