Autumn Moon By Nansei Sakagami

the longest week (2014)

Donation post             

I hate to make one of these posts again but they recently cut my hours to part time. They have let 10 people go so far and im scared they might let me go next.  With my work cutting my hours I won’t be able to afford my electric bill or rent for the month of December.  My electric bill is due on December 9th and my rent is due on December 26th.  If anyone can help by donating or sharing this post it would help a lot. I already can’t afford Christmas this year  and i just need this micrale of paying my bills that i can’t afford in the month of December .

Venmo: AshleyMariexoxo

Rent: 350

Electric bill: 192.65

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Bridge over a Pond of Water Lilies

- Claude Monet, 1899

SOMETHING CLAWS OUT FROM THE CENTER OF YOU, THE FOUNTAIN OF PHILOSOPHY NESTLED IN THE SUPERIOR VENA CAVA BLEEDS SHARP AND SICKLY. FLECHETTES OF PUTRID SERRATED BONE LIKE THE JAVELINS OF SOME FETID GREEK HERO CONDEMNED TO THE PATHETIC CLOACA OF HISTORY. BREATHE. DIE. REPEAT.

ONE BEAUTIFUL SUMMER MORNING THE CRACKS WILL HAVE HEALED AND THE TROJANS WILL STAY INSIDE YOUR WOODEN EQUINE BELLY WHERE IT IS SAFE AND DARK WHERE THEY WILL SPOIL INTO GENTLE OBLIVION, FERMENTING SWORD AND BONE INTO GRIT AND SLUDGE. IT WILL STAY LIKE THAT FOREVER. IT WILL.

"WILL IT EVER BE SOFT?" SOMETHING CRAWLS UP YOUR BACK. VERTEBRAE TWITCH INWARD, BENDING AND SNAPPING TO RECOIL LIKE WHEN YOU WERE BURNED WITH THE CURLING IRON. "YES." IT WHISPERS, "TENDER. LIKE A VIRGIN. LIKE VEAL."

A Tribute to the Unspoken, The Beginning

On the set of Dead Poets Society (1989).