Cute Explosion.
(Source: tulloh)
Cute Explosion.
(Source: tulloh)
Amazing.
(Source: womenarewolves, via womenarewolves)
Henri et Berthe se trouvent a mi-chemin de la côte saint Antoine pour un petit café. Berthe, toujours bien habi dans son plumage moutarde et pantalons marins découpée sous un chapeau gris d’Hermes. Ainsi que Henri se rapproche rapidement vers la pente de l’incertitude.
“One whiff of a cocoa bean and our customers would fly like vampires before garlic. Jeremy’s must remain a sterile oasis, free from street eaters and coffee carriers. Aseptic and razor-sharp as our customers hipbones. These women shop for lunch! labels are their only sustenance! Their skeleton legs in Manolos have worn trenches down the pavement of Sloane Street. Their arm sinews have just enough muscles left in their arm to lift up a credit card….”
P
Truth.
(Source: whereisthecoool)
1. DEATH, JUDGEMENT, HEAVEN, HELL.,/AND SPRING…
Idiocy of March! Foolish April! Nonstop birds dare you to cross a wire-crazy edge.
You are raving
with rumours of sun and flower plumage; blue sky and the whole blooming
blossoming spectrum.
Instead, black battering above you your poor grey grey grey grey dull throbbing head …
Migrainous birds. Pain-black grackle and crow. Out of nowhere a queasy foreboding
of jackdaws
trapped
in a ribcage. You are black-hearted, the sky funereal — priestly black and heavy-
garment-forbidding
(hyperventilate your proayers one wing beat at a time; for-give me, for-give me, I am
kuk-kuk-kuk-kuk-kuk-kuk-kuk-kuk bird-bad …).
—
DOOMED DOOMED
to eternal bird vertigo, fluttering pulse, countless arrhythmic miscalculations:
always a beat off, always a beat short, always out of …
Cirque in Macau… Riveting. (Taken with instagram)
How mang floors? (Taken with instagram)
HK grocery store scores (Taken with instagram)