Lost with the lights on

This blog is a slush of miscellaneous bullshit. The best thing about tumblr is that I can post content at my own discretion, without a particular theme. And that's exactly what you'll find here: art, webcomics, music, cute folks, etc. I used to post political things here, but now they're reserved for my political blog, leftistshuffle.tumblr.com. I also co-mod fuckyeahamericanart.
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My brother once showed me a piece of quartz that contained, he said, some trapped water older than all the seas in our world. He held it up to my ear. ‘Listen,’ he said, ‘life and no escape.’
Anne Carson, Plainwater (via theperfumemaker)

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Today’s Gender of the day is: cellist with baguette


Today’s Gender of the day is: cellist with baguette


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My first bandmate and I got back together for a reunion song, and it turned out to be the most emo thing I’ve ever made. 

Things I Won’t Tell You In A Grocery Store Parking Lot (AMA)

Write myself away
in a scripted play
I’ve got my pants around my ankles
my hands around your waist

You always used to say
all I am is pretender
a full fledged fucking faker
a sheep in wolf’s clothing

Take me back to where we used to sleep
sticking to the bedsheets
dreaming of the day we’d leave this town

We’d stay in bed till sunset
live it up, everyday was the weekend/I’ll never grow up
everyday was like the weekend with you by my side/so please don’t show up

Now you’re selling six packs
at a grocery store I avoid like the plague
I don’t want to see your face
I really, really want to see you face

Caught between your guilt and my addiction/paper or plastic?
Girl, this isn’t fiction/I’m over-dramatic
Are we going separate ways/ Dressed to impress, never kicking my habit

Ask me anything
I’ll say yes, and

I’ll take the blame
withdrawal it’s got me hazy
feeling like I’m crazy
I’d still shoot you in my veins

Take me back to dreaming of the highway
chasing down the sunset/don’t act like you don’t see me
never looking back/I won’t leave without a fight

Can’t pretend that we still got tomorrow
sweating through the bedsheets
calling out your name

Ask me anything
I’ll say yes, and


vinyl acrylic and oil on birch wood
90 cm diameter

Images: docQment

Louise Zhang

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"Cold grapes for two enamored"

oil on canvas.

Ruddy Taveras

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Let’s say that I want to believe that there is a diamond buried somewhere in my yard that is the size of a refrigerator. It is true that it would feel uncommonly good to believe this. But do I have any reason to believe that there is actually a diamond in my yard that is thousands of times larger than any yet discovered? No. Here we can see why Pascal’s wager, Kierkegaard’s leap of faith, and other epistemological ponzi schemes won’t do.
Sam Harris, The End of Faith, P.62 (via blackestdespondency)

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いただきます! / “Let’s eat!”

by BLACK RHOMBI (Gerald Leung)

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