Los Perros by Fernando Botero, 1966
I close my eyes and seize it,
I clench my fists and beat it,
I light my torch and burn it;
I am the beast I worship.

Sylvia Plath (via coolfuneral)

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this guy was watching spooky scary skeletons with me and now he’s educating himself how precious is that

he keeps asking me all these questions about aspects of the skeleton war and he’s like “so basically it’s about letting skeletons fight their meatbag fuckboi enemies without being judged for it” and I was like yea and he was like “oh okay that’s so simple why isn’t everyone a skeleton warrior” it’s precious

Update: I boned him
why cant I hold all this aesthetic?

ken price

Bape Store in Shibuya, Japan

Lobster in a bucket looks like a gigantic monster on a metallic planet, and the waterdrops look like stars.