Pout Mouth Omaha

midwest Valley of The Apocalypse as seen from space. far-flung, maniacal, and spooked. call me taylor.
I made a drunk chair our of my champagne topper!! Happy Veuve Year!!! #tickettoride

I made a drunk chair our of my champagne topper!! Happy Veuve Year!!! #tickettoride

I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

—Albert Camus, The Fall  (via forevervamp)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via picturesquegrave)

Ice queen.

Bangarang.

Bangarang.

Cherries in the Snow

My mother never appeared in public
without lipstick. If we were going out, 
I’d have to wait by the door until 
she painted her lips and turned 
from the hallway mirror,
put on her gloves and picked up her purse,
opening the purse to see
if she’d remembered tissues.

After lunch in a restaurant
she might ask,
“Do I need lipstick?”
If I said yes,
she would discretely turn
and refresh her faded lips.
Opening the black and gold canister,
she’d peer in a round compact
as if she were looking into another world.
Then she’d touch her lips to a tissue.

Whenever I went searching 
in her coat pocket or purse
for coins or candy
I’d find, crumpled, those small white tissues
covered with bloodred kisses.
I’d slip them into my pocket,
along with the stones and feathers 
I thought, back then, I’d keep.

- Richard Jones

Green tea, Anna Von Hausswolf, the Prairie Man lunchbox and Murakami 1Q84 audio.

Green tea, Anna Von Hausswolf, the Prairie Man lunchbox and Murakami 1Q84 audio.

The loneliest pug in the world. #nottheeelssong #foods

The loneliest pug in the world. #nottheeelssong #foods

Things are more bizarre when you’re sick. #floorfeather

Things are more bizarre when you’re sick. #floorfeather