Katara & Zuko

- Here for a rematch?

Marc Anthony x Cleopatra

- If it be love indeed, tell me how much.

There’s just

so many of these

and I think it’s incredibly funny but

I just read this bit from the artist and

This is a "plein air" painting which means I set up my easel right across the street of this Chase bank in my city and painted it like it had caught fire. The police questioned me on the spot. Three weeks later Homeland Security was knocking on the door to my home. The question they kept asking me was "Do you hate these banks?" I can honestly say yes.

Poetry Inspiration Moodboards | burning skies

sometimes I wonder what it means to be human one palm over her heart one in Dionysus’ neck pushing emotions and memories back into bones calling them constellations

the power of blood tastes like you and me she can taste the flavour rich and thick and fruity like something familiar waiting to be one

again

Monday, 6 a.m. I hope one day I can dig myself out of this hole of desperation and sorrow.

Tuesday, 8 p.m. I am stubborn about my loneliness.

Wednesday, 11 a.m. Sometimes my agony is too heavy to breathe.

Thursday, 3 a.m.  I don’t let people touch my soul anymore because it has too many fissures and splinters already.

Friday, 9 p.m. Why do we have to rise when we are fallen? Why can’t we just stay on the ground?

Saturday, 5 p.m. I’m a body falling apart and you’re the stitches holding me together.

ii. People look at you like you‘re a crime scene. Give them a show. Flash the crimson stain on your white teeth. Show your bruised knuckles with pride. Lick your wounds in hiding. Blood only tastes like home in loneliness.

iii. You love the taste of blood just fine.

iv. Does that make you a god? Or does it make you a murderer?