luhan and his bunny

drumstick | do not edit.

drumstick | do not edit.

Lie down. On something hard.
At first your leisure vertebrae may hurt
but gradually, painlessly, immobility
straightens its back till it stands there like a cypress.

Now compress your bad habits
into one rigid line.
Rest your hands on your chest
like the makeshift wings of a provisional angel.
Do not shift position.
The supine rows best.

Don’t be afraid. Fear makes you fat,
it contains hunger.
Don’t chew on sensations. Too many calories.
They cause the fat of deprivations.

Close your eyes, please
no dubious chinks
no lollipops of light.
They emit ultraviolet nostalgia.

Fully exhale, hold still
don’t breathe, don’t breathe
lest only half the ferryman
appear on the X-ray.

Let yourself slide down sleep.
You just relax, I’ll play
your mother’s lullaby on tape
hush little baby hush
like it or not I say.

Weigh yourself. Please hold still:
nested inside your body a scale awaits.


— Kiki Dimoula, from Exercises For Weight Loss In No Time (via violentwavesofemotion)
❝Happen, with me.
All These Things You Wish You’d Say (via violentwavesofemotion)
Title: Post Blue
Artist: Placebo
Played: 21629 times

sadgrrlsdoitwell:

Placebo - Post Blue

It’s in the water baby,
It’s in the pills that pick you up,
It’s in the water baby,
It’s in the special way we fuck.


Title: Do I Wanna Know? (Split)
Artist: Arctic Monkeys/Vitamin String Quartet
Played: 177341 times

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vitaminstringquartet:

wholetjackdrive:

Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys/Vitamin String Quartet; The left ear is the official studio version by Arctic Monkeys, while the right ear is the official studio cover by the Vitamin String Quartet.

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Wow, guys, this one is really fun to listen to. 

God bless


❝It is allowed to invent new verbs?
I want to create one for you: I sky you, so that my wings may stretch out enormously, to love you without boundaries.
— Frida Kahlo, “Passionate letters”, Abscondita (2002)
❝I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.
Samuel Beckett, Krapp’s Last Tape (via ocn)
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