Stenciled Letters

johndarnielle:

slogan for living

johndarnielle:

slogan for living

(via rachelfershleiser)

retroadv:

Léa Seydoux, Vicent Cassel - Photographed by Luciana Val & Franco Musso
Photographic Collection 15 […more Images]

retroadv:

Léa Seydoux, Vicent Cassel - Photographed by Luciana Val & Franco Musso

Photographic Collection 15 […more Images]

rachelfershleiser:

And here I thought I wouldn’t get anything for Valentines Day! Thanks LB!

rachelfershleiser:

And here I thought I wouldn’t get anything for Valentines Day! Thanks LB!

rachelfershleiser:

jamiatt:

jamiatt:

Greetings from New Orleans, where everyone dresses this way all the time.

This was my very first tumblr post ever, two years ago today! Look at how awesome this family is! I wonder what they look like now and if they still dress in costume together as a family. God I hope so, and god I hope I get to see them again.

WHAT A FEELING!

rachelfershleiser:

jamiatt:

jamiatt:

Greetings from New Orleans, where everyone dresses this way all the time.

This was my very first tumblr post ever, two years ago today! Look at how awesome this family is! I wonder what they look like now and if they still dress in costume together as a family. God I hope so, and god I hope I get to see them again.

WHAT A FEELING!

rachelfershleiser:

merylfriedman:

Tortellini and kale soup. @rachelfershleiser inspired me. #stocktips

Feels good man.

rachelfershleiser:

merylfriedman:

Tortellini and kale soup. @rachelfershleiser inspired me. #stocktips

Feels good man.

uutpoetry:

Uut Love

Uut love, violent and happy,
an entanglement of ships and cartilage and velvet,
an articulation of chaos,
Void opening up like an oven like a marvelous hole,
your nipples ripe like egg-yolks over easy,
your eyes like tridents or a million diamonds and skulls.

In the chaos of uut love corn returns to its infinite multiplication,
dietitians lean on their right sides,
clients knife their way through holy ghost mystery,
stolen poems fly on air currents like visions back to the metal city,
disease becomes a luminous woman smiling in one language,
tattoos control the economy by flower magic,
and guilt becomes a madman on the subway, 
a zipper transformed into a river flowing south.

In the hosiery factors of self-control, Dianas and Charlies
know only pain as it reaches their cancerous breasts,
and internal lions complete every sentence
in the elevator of Christopher Columbus,

but in the chaos of uut love
every kind of flesh is transformed into perilous obliquity,
a series of lines steeped in a tea pot of glittering mud,
an exhalation of smoldering roses,
a Divine de Sade crypto-maniacallly falling,
chopped like so many valentine hearts by the fierce blades
that I roll out of the black star.

seed text: The Collected Poems of Philip Lamantia
art by hheininge

uutpoetry:

Uut Love

Uut love, violent and happy,
an entanglement of ships and cartilage and velvet,
an articulation of chaos,
Void opening up like an oven like a marvelous hole,
your nipples ripe like egg-yolks over easy,
your eyes like tridents or a million diamonds and skulls.

In the chaos of uut love corn returns to its infinite multiplication,
dietitians lean on their right sides,
clients knife their way through holy ghost mystery,
stolen poems fly on air currents like visions back to the metal city,
disease becomes a luminous woman smiling in one language,
tattoos control the economy by flower magic,
and guilt becomes a madman on the subway,
a zipper transformed into a river flowing south.

In the hosiery factors of self-control, Dianas and Charlies
know only pain as it reaches their cancerous breasts,
and internal lions complete every sentence
in the elevator of Christopher Columbus,

but in the chaos of uut love
every kind of flesh is transformed into perilous obliquity,
a series of lines steeped in a tea pot of glittering mud,
an exhalation of smoldering roses,
a Divine de Sade crypto-maniacallly falling,
chopped like so many valentine hearts by the fierce blades
that I roll out of the black star.

seed text: The Collected Poems of Philip Lamantia
art by hheininge

food52:

Hey. You there.
Are you following along with The Piglet, our great big tournament of the year’s best cookbooks?
Because you should be. This little piggy says so.

food52:

Hey. You there.

Are you following along with The Piglet, our great big tournament of the year’s best cookbooks?

Because you should be. This little piggy says so.

(via rachelfershleiser)

uutpoetry:

New Header image by Cosmic Spreads

uutpoetry:

New Header image by Cosmic Spreads