Writings for Winter: things my mother didn't tell me but should have
Never give any kind of pleasure to a boy you wouldn’t give yourself.
Kiss like a promise and wait for the other person to break it.
Human beings are not ships; you cannot save them from sinking
if they don’t want to be rescued from the floodwaters.
Loving someone that doesn’t give a damn about…
Typewriter Series #440 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
When did wishing stop working
or has it ever worked at all?
Do we trick ourselves into believing
that the superstitions we hold on to also hold us back?
When has wishing melted the snow
or brought the rain or cleared the clouds
so the sun could shine again?
When has wishing stopped your feet or turned you around
or put the e the y the b the d and o and o and g
back into your mouth in reverse
and made you swallow them for once and forever?
When has wishing made next time this time
and let you walk away with me?
Where has all the salt gone that we’ve tossed over our shoulders
and where will I find my cave that holds my pennies?
Will I take them back? Will I stop wishing?
Maybe, just maybe it’s not the coming true
that matters and it’s not the moments
after a candle is blown out
but the moment you try, with one breath and
eyes closed tight to the world, to make smoke of so many flames.
Maybe it’s the wishing and not the wishes
that matter, the unwavering hope
that your feet will stop and your back will turn
and the o and the l and l and the e and the gorgeous H
will find its way from your gorgeous lips in forwards
and make you shout them for once and forever.
Maybe, just maybe it’s the wishing
and not the coming true that will finally make it be
that the next time you walk away
you walk away with me.
Oh Dear God, This is just too beautiful. It’s bitter sweet.
Typewriter Series #441 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Typewriter Series #444 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Me & Peter Cornell after the Soundgarden show at the Fonda in Hollywood. 11/27/12 sweetest man I’ve ever met. Can’t wait for his new solo album.
(Source: hamiltonians, via memewhore)
OMG! My old friend Sergio in the middle between the girl and guy. I went to school with him in 8th grade. Totally wasn’t expecting to see this on my dashboard.
(Source: markbrendanawicz, via billfuckinghader)
In the nineteenth century, a morbid and curious custom has spread to various parts of the world: the photos were ”Post Mortem”.
”Post Mortem” comes from Latin, meaning after death.
The photos ”Post Mortem” apparently originated in England, when Queen Victoria asked to photograph the corpse of an acquaintance or a relative, so she can keep as a souvenir.
soon after, this idea spread around the world, keeping a morbid reminder of loved ones that have passed on.
Even today, as strange as it may seem, some places still have this custom.The girl who is standing in the photo is the one who is dead.
This is a classic example of photographic art.
Notice the hands
for people wondering how the corpse is standing up, there is a posing stand supporting the body it’s very hard to see but the stand is supporting the neck, arms and back.
the girl in this picture has her eyes open, but in some cases the photographer will paint pupils on the eye lids to make it seem like they are wide awake
Welp I imagine this was in no way disturbing for the live girl sitting next to her.
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DRUGS by Bryan Lewis Saunders.
Each self portrait is drawn under the influence of different drugs taken daily. Within weeks of this experiment he became lethargic and suffered mild brain damage. He continues to work on this series but with much more time between doses.
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grunge men are literally the best dancers of all time.
everything i love about everything in one photoset
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