The Panda Won't Stop Screaming I covet your skull.

tikistitch:

annlarimer:

cisbender:

when an artist wants to show you their art

or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written

it’s quite often an expression of trust

because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart

little pieces of the artists themselves

and if they’re willing to share it with you

you should appreciate it

There are some people whose trust I simply don’t value enough to endure their fucking awful poetry. And if I ever inflict my work on an unwilling victim, I hope they’ll have the good grace to punch me in the head.

I write a poem for Ann

Of my tender feelings of feelingness

And all my sorrowful sorrows

Because it is not me what writes this poesy

But my inner gooshy glop

That glurges over

My crusty speshul snowflak crust

And blurbles out

To form that sticky glob of emo gum

Beneath the tread

Of your favorite sneakers

O Tiki!

Why did you have to die?

Why did you have to die?

I think it was all those times I punched you in the head really hard.

My bad, man.

My bad.

(Source: fadical)