Shelley Jackson’s Skin project, a 2095-word story published exclusively in tattoos, one word each on as many willing volunteers, so it can never be read in its proper order, but just exists, pulsing, out in the world at all times.
A comic based on one of the greatest tweets of our generation. It’s basically Twitter canon. @pissrifle is canon.
“Dead bodies are buried under the cherry trees.
You have to believe it. Otherwise, you couldn’t possibly explain the beauty of the cherry blossoms. I was restless, lately, because I couldn’t believe in this beauty. But I have now finally understood: dead bodies are buried under the cherry trees. You have to believe it.”
– Motojirō Kajii, opening of “Under the Cherry Trees (source: opcion)
"Invent me a word
that can encompass this ache,
‘missing’ is too small."
"There are so many better things for you
than to see your feelings sold
as magic lanterns to somebody whose body
casts no light."
Richard Brautigan, “Love’s Not the Way to Treat a Friend” (via apoetreflects)
"When our breasts arrived
as a kind of currency, we’d tug
our camisoles low, use
our newfangled bodies to haggle
with the ice cream man. The winner
was the girl who received her chocolate cone
for free, who sucked on candy cigarettes
the same way she wore a training bra.
That summer my pockets grew forests
of hand-tied maraschino cherry stems:
tampered evidence that I might one day be worthy
of kissing. In exchange for rides
on the handlebars of their bikes,
we’d let the boys bite
the beads off our candy
necklaces until the chokers
resembled punched out teeth.
From their slobber, blue and violet
stained my throat where the sweetness
had once been, so I suppose,
Your Honor, I was preparing
Megan Falley, “Beginning in an Ice Cream Truck and Ending in a Court Room” (via forgotaboutche)
i like bugs when they’re chillin on the ground or something outside like hey lil dude what’s up are you enjoying your day but when they are ON ME i’m like yo sorry but i’m flinging you as far as humanly possibly