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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
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Silent Killings: He has a knack for coming up with the most atrocious pet names imaginable.
“Hey pork chop!” he calls to me from the few strides he walks behind, “Slow down, would ya? It’s not a race!” I wheel to face him and the grin plastered across his face. He knew that the name would get a rise from me. He loves watching my cheeks flush with the frustration at my inability to outdo…
I took this picture cause I knew this story was tumblr worthy.
So I had been sitting in my big white van behind the lowell building, not going to class, and staring happily at a brick wall.
out of the corner of my eye, i notice a man coming up the alley, slow down a little past the car, but ultimately keep going.
the term ‘weirdo’ passed my mind, and I locked the doors even though any actual threat was minimal, and soon I was staring at the wall again.
Not less than 5 minutes later I heard a knocking at the passenger side window. I look over, and it’s the same weirdo who walked by the car before; Except now he looked particularly nervous and had his nose pressed against the glass.
I should mention that I never felt particularly frightened of this man. he was quite skinny, and seemed extremely skittish and fearful both when I saw him starting up the alley, and now, as he knocked.
Anyway, I rolled down the window slightly and asked “can I help you?” with one eyebrow raised and a general look of confusion.
he gestured at me with his chin, and said with an equally confused tone “you…eh…you…sex?”
We had a moment of silence.
Eyebrow still raised, and before I knew what was coming out of my mouth, I raised both my hands, shook my head and said “I’m wearing mittens”.
He immediately started shaking his head up and down as if he understood, and practically started sprinting away.
I lowered my hands after a minute and I….
what…
I can’t tell which is funnier: The fact that this strange man thought I was some sort of portable hooker, parking my van behind churches and waiting for patrons, or that my proof against being a hooker was the fact that I was wearing mittens.
this is one of the strangest interactions between two confused human beings i’ve ever heard of
I don’t want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.
Georges Bataille (via fluffynips)
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why does every goddamn person feel the need to document everything they see, hear, do, eat etc. with writing, or photography, or some other method of permanently recreating a scene in some form. why can’t we just leave some of these beautiful things untouched — unspoilt. and then, that way it’s like a secret that only you have known
why are blonde jokes so short?
so men can remember them
this took an unexpected turn
Not if you just asked for directions.
(Source: sendificator)
Javier Perez - Carroña (2012) - Glass chandelier and taxidermy crows
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And an old comic about daily doubts, which is how I feel right now
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(Source: theirgraves)
Kyle Thompson - Graveyard Girls (2013)
