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kiwisoap:

Other vultures: *Pay severalhundred dollars for a horse skull like a chump*

Me, an intellectual: *trespasses in a horse field and scavenges the remains of the old horse that died there last winter for free*

sleepybbybutt:

thinking about my body and how my being is fleeting and floating and tomorrow I will wake up as someone completely new/ acrylic on canvas, ‘16

The wolf runs.
It runs three legged, like all damaged creatures, across the snow.
She thinks: this is true.
She thinks: this is a life.
She thinks: I do not want to die, but my life will always be like this—wounded and animal, lurching against white.

Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children (via moral-disorder)

There is blood in the holy water.

Channing M (via mcclaren-c)

And now, you’re shattered,
hurtled outward:
shrapnel of stars
and a weird music:
bone in the wind’s throat.

Gregory Orr, from “Screaming Out Loud,” in The Caged Owl: New and Selected Poems
(via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)

noodle-dragon:

rocketsnacks:

Cricket finds a whale vertebra (2018)

I’m about to pack up my things and head over to Ft. Funston just to see this 😍

upyrica:

The gates of Heaven are dripping with blood – when sacred oils are scarce, it is all you have. To match divinity gold is brought, precious wood, crimson silk; and yet, only time suffices, the rusted stains, the rage of wine, and sharing, and rapture, and abandon.