toboldlylesbian:

toboldlylesbian:

i have officially piqued, i’ll never be funnier than this moment in time

i was walking through the grocery store ignoring everyone and i walked around the corner and ran right into this old mans cart and i was like “oh god, my bad, i didn’t see you there” and when i looked up, he was wearing all camo. down to his hat. his wife lost it laughing. i’ll never be funny again

anotherfrankiewarrior:

gerceval:

ce que je comprends pas c’est qu’il faut à guenièvre 6 jours pour rentrer de rome, mais qu’il faut à perceval 3 semaines pour rentrer du languedoc

faut pas croire, c’est loin le languedoc

une-tres-lente-neige-de-cristal:

Here
comes the Dyke, from night to night,

A neon light,

A smoke.

*

Here
comes the Dyke, and her footsteps

Are
glued with spit,

Are
marked with teeth;

*

She
seeps from darker walls,

Standing
still, or walks

Or
disappears into the depths

Of
a silent subway.

*

Her
face? you ask

Her
clothes?

Thicker
than silk,

Smoother
than wool

That’s
all you need to know.

*

Here
comes the Dyke,

Alone,
and so

That
her shadow’s thinking

Of leaving for good

*

And
in the Dyke’s shadow

Raise,
and fall

A
sobbing girl

Huddled
on the floor

Under
a tapestry –

*

The
moon’s absent,

No
lamp is lit at the window

And
trains are passing by:

*

Here
goes the Dyke, who knows

That
her shadow won’t leave for now.

une-tres-lente-neige-de-cristal:

Perceiving decomposition

i am nothing but a tiny banshee

crying her way out to the frontier skin –

some bruises appear, i am unsure

what to do next, she can’t keep quiet

une-tres-lente-neige-de-cristal:

Asylum vision

inside the tree

we scarcely breathe

and the dying leaves

are the illness crown

une-tres-lente-neige-de-cristal:

Dissociation

I saw Medusa once

Weeping over a white snake

As cars were passing through

Her deceasing body

*

I wasn’t moved.