how can you not love death

From Russia with Love (because)

Rugs by Alexandra Kehayoglou

We are not observing the universe from the best location, Nikos Markou

YOU, loud, alive, obnoxious, barging into our tomb eating an entire wheel of cheese, making a mess, plundering my life savings from my burial urn, setting fire to frosty (the frostbite spider), re-killing me and the lads, WAKING the deathlord

Acrylic, florescent pigment, iridescent pigment, and gel gloss on panel 14 × 10 in / 35.56 × 25.40 cm

This is a comment someone appended to a photo of two men apparently having sex in a very fancy room, but it’s also kind of an amazing two-line poem? “His Wife has filled his house with chintz” is a really elegant and beautiful counterbalancing of h, f, and s sounds, and “chintz” is a perfect word choice here—sonically pleasing and good at evoking nouveau riche tackiness. And then “to keep it real I fuck him on the floor” collapses that whole mood with short percussive sounds—but it’s still a perfect iambic pentameter line, robust and a lovely obscene contrast with the chintz in the first line. Well done, tumblr user jjbang8

arrivals and departures,  michael r.d. murphy, 2014

Oil on canvas

By Eunice Gibb

As perfect as ice can appear, it always starts with a defect. Without a speck of dust or soot to act as a seed, supercooled water simply will not freeze. But these imperfections can lead to beauty. In “Ice Formations,” photographer Ryota Kajita captures some of the oddities of ice in Alaska’s interior swamps and ponds. In Kajita’s images bubbles are frozen in suspension, plates of ice form strange shapes, and star-shaped cracks peek through the snow. Whether the ice formed too quickly or too slowly, there are interesting signatures left behind. See the full set of images, spanning the last eight years, here. (Image credit: R. Kajita; via Colossal)

“I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass… and I’m all out of bubblegum.”