tyla-jo-foxes

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Is Grinch like his name or his species or his race or his occupation

making art is actually abusive because you are manipulating the viewer into feeling something

Couple of dogs I drew

and

Absolutely losing it at this Reddit post

And the update

She buttered Jorts

this could be us 👉🏻👈🏻

Feefal on Instagram / Tumblr

DO NOT SUPPORT SALVATION ARMY 

Chaos

We were going to live together, now I'm not sure I'll ever see you again.

losing a friend (for the one that got away) 1/3

part 2 , part 3

@frenchtoastlesbian //personalmessage.blogspot.com // @linguinereid // trista mateer // unknown // richard siken // ocean vuong “on earth we’re briefly gorgeous”// unknown // unknown

they’re in jeju island .

Barnes and Nobles is gonna start serving food and alcohol.

Everybody’s cracking jokes about how it’s a desperate attempt to stay relevant in the age of Amazon.

But you know what? Props to them. This is exactly what Blockbuster didn’t do. At no point was Blockbuster like “Hey, movie rentals aren’t the lucrative enterprise they once were. Perhaps it’s time we become known for our cheesy garlic bread.”

Is there a reason I can't fall in love?

“““You’re not a monster,” I said. But I lied. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.””

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— Ocean Vuong, from “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous”

Mary Oliver, from “Franz Marc’s Blue Horses”, Blue Horses

Deep

It's so shallow when it's light,

Only flowing up to your ankles at most,

Words, unspoken, washing up on empty shores,

They're meaningless in the afternoon,

But the tide rises in the shadows,

Words that meant nothing in the daylight,

Drowning me in the dark.

- T.J. Foxes

So I went so carelessly,

And threw you away,

Now I stare from the dark hours,

Begging with my heart for your return,

Pleading with my mind that you come home,

But you fell from my chains,

Into the warm embrace of an equal,

No longer the follower of the fool,

But the companion of a friend,

I forever jaded,

The bringer of my own grief,

Your captor and liberator,

Abandoned in the night.

- T.J. Foxes