December 2011
“I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just...”
– Bukowski, Pulp. (via various-vacuousventings)
“But, basically, most bad trips are caused by the individual being trained and...”
– Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
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http://nprmusic.tumblr.com/post/14867210332/pop-has... →
nprmusic:
Pop has hardly just developed this pretty potty mouth. But never have so many artists spilled profanity so blissfully, or embraced salaciousness with such ease. There’s a sort of carefree, cheerful quality about such naughtiness now. Red-hot content has become strangely warm and fuzzy. Sometimes it seems daring, at other times it feels like a form of denial.
—Ann...
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The Elephants of Vietnam →
henrycharlesbukowski:
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over all the other sounds; but you flew high to bomb the people, you never saw it, just a little flash from way up but with the elephants you could watch it happen and hear how they screamed; i’d…
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Politics of Pubic Fashion →
I, for one, think it’s cruel and unnatural to expect us ladies to shave “down there”. We don’t expect men to do it, and is a little hair really that offensive? It keeps us warm, and, let’s face it, shaving your vagina makes you look like a little girl. This movement by society, porn, and, therefor, men banning pubic hair really disturbs me. Is that really what men...
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Filing Cabinet of the Mind
I sat between my grandparents
Timid and cozy as a teacup
Reminded how even abandoned things,
Like god and childhood poems,
Can still tug at your heartstrings
Despite turquoise teenage musings.
I think my blood is on fire
But it’s pulsing the same
Regurgitation of ancient days;
Newness with a history,
Like clean bed sheets
Full of dreams, sex, whispers, sweat-
The things I will...
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Lucid Anatomy
I died in my dream And was planted in a sea of sunflowers, Anchored by a surgical table and calculated hands Singing scalpels across the landscape of my pale back. They pulled away the skin, Draped it over the cathedral walls of my ribs, And studied my mazes of blood, muscle, bones, nerves. When they went away I was Left gaping on the table. The sunflowers taunted my exposed state, Their yellow...
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Can you tell the difference between the writing in... →
THIS is why we live in a rape culture! These narrow-minded and degrading views of sexuality are destroying our society. Totally infuriating.
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31 Inspirational Tumblr Photos, Adjusted for... →
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