rust and stardust

linneaelisabethkoefoed:

Trine
Apr 17

linneaelisabethkoefoed:

Trine

(via undare)

"I was born in the obscene genius of the club. I was a chemical hero. Slick as a greasy encyclopedia, I strutted like a bullfighter. I learned kink is another word for survival. learned to love the body more for what it can do than for what it is. how did you get this far without knowing lust is disaster’s good cousin, what flickers when the rest has been burned down and blown away? there will be a quiz. here’s another story: I was born. I was adored. I am in charge. I need you to tie me down, now. call it love, this intimate vine. this gift of the mother. gift of the neighbor, the uncle, gift of the whip. the dildo. lying was my first language. I am not ashamed. touch is not reversible. one cannot be un-touched. are you uncomfortable? good. then it’s begun. go ahead and cry. to break is to be sanctified. to find in the body a safehouse where all your monsters get to be raucous, bring the audience to their feet calling what. what. dig at the shame places. your gutter of a cunt. your crowbar of a cock. say the words, say fuck and wheelbarrow and voluptuary until it all sounds like amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen, amen. why despise your own wiring? it was desire that made you; however twisted the originating bed, your beginning was ferocious. quiz: what’s the difference between a lie and a myth. answer: the storyteller’s intention. example: I am more bear than fruit. more leather than lion. legend says I opened my mouth and the world rolled out. the brine of saliva, browbone splitting into branch, to root. and from the cheeks, the sweetest meat, the man, the woman, the lost androgynous other. example: in our myth, Atlas is a hermaphrodite. a dancer. bearded lady in a g-string in a cage above the dance floor. fact: there are gods who love us, and they want us to fuck. have I earned another story? to emerge, a world must learn itself, then flood, then burn. unfurl your ugly like fists inside another’s body. step into a skin familiar as your mother’s bed, and as spurned. something in you stands up. it is like light, or a crime. it is alive. your turn."

- Marty McConnell, “The World’s Guide to Beginning” (via rustbeltjessie)

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Apr 17
souixxsan:

Into The Forest
Apr 17

souixxsan:

Into The Forest

(Source: highlydefective)

artcirenen:

STILL NOT ASKING FOR IT
Apr 17

artcirenen:

STILL NOT ASKING FOR IT

"All night I dreamed of heaven: a blue space I drifted through, huge enough to store everything. Far below I saw this world—pearl of great price; ‘Body,’ Love said, ‘is the only boat from which you can dive to find it.’"

- Gregory Orr, opening strophe to “Nantucket Morning/This World,” from The Caged Owl: New & Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)

(Source: apoetreflects)

Apr 17
Apr 17

furples:

"If you want the rainbow, you have to enjoy the rain"
i-D Pre-Spring 2012
Xi Yuan and Yangci by Chen Man

(via neighborhooddrugdealer)

Apr 17

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"The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth."

- Georges Bataille (via likeafieldmouse)

Apr 17
weissesrauschen:

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Apr 15

weissesrauschen:

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Suvi Koponen by Mert & Marcus for Vogue Paris, March 2013
Apr 15

Suvi Koponen by Mert & Marcus for Vogue Paris, March 2013

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