Party In The Catacombs Byob (bring Your Own Bones)

“Sometimes in late summer I won’t touch anything, not the flowers, not the blackberries brimming in the thickets; I won’t drink from the pond; I won’t name the birds or the trees; I won’t whisper my own name. One morning the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident, and didn’t see me—and I thought: so this is the world. I’m not in it. It is beautiful.”

— Mary Oliver, October (excerpt)

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Troy, Missouri

circa 1892

being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.

catch me gardening topless at 5am telling my baby tomato plant about my bad dream

hey vampires! im very stupid and have so much blood

Detail: Apollo and the Arts, 1897, by Paul Jean Gervais.

late 19th century perfume bottles