lorpus the porpoise

im pretty queer, i like art a lot and doges and trying to be a better person. i have a pretty extensive 1920s tag and a special blog for all of the stupid dog pictures i reblog at lauralovesdoges. trigger warning for sexual assault posts on here (that encompasses CSA, DV, etc)
Can you let your followers know Dear White People will be out nationwide on October 24th! It's only out in specific cities right now but it's gonna be available all over this upcoming weekend. :)
lorpus lorpus Said:

spookyladylazarus:

who wants to go- it’s at the Gateway in Columbus.

me me me

hayley-theartist:

*blows kiss at the stars* for space dandy and his space crew

(via drunkenpiss)

I take myself out to dinner and do not look at my phone once. I do not call a friend up and ask them to join me. I listen attentively to the conversation in my head. I walk with myself to the library. Read novels, magazines, dusty collections of poetry. Browse zines online and buy a stack of ones that catch my interest. I close my eyes in bed and put my hands in-between my thighs. Know when to go faster, when to slow down, when to speed it up. I moan without shame. I make myself coffee, sip it languorously on my balcony, let my bare shoulders be warmed by the sun and ignore my neighbor’s sideways looks. I put on lipstick on the days I am not leaving the house. Walk around confidently, wearing only underwear and carelessness. Shake my limbs to the busting beat of a song and do not worry about my arms going one way and my legs another. I bite down hard on “monogamy.” Swish it around in my mouth, run my tongue over its bumps and curves, and then spit it out. I bleed on scraps of paper. Let my thoughts out. Listen to them more intently than any person could. I see all parts of me and do not blush. I do not look away. I do not try to run. I stare deeper. Force myself to keep eye contact. Accept all that is inside of me. Make my apologies. I bend my hands in forgiveness. I rise, dripping in the blood of past and future guilt and say, it is okay. All of you. All of me. It is okay.
In A Committed Relationship With Myself | Lora Mathis 
(via lora-mathis)

nataliakoptseva:

Klimt, Gustav

The Bride

spookyladylazarus:

earthtospoopy:

spookyladylazarus

Terrifying

I want this to be in my home

melancholyway:

Lord Frederick Leighton (1830-1896)
Light of the Harem, 1880

(via jaded-mandarin)

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the under wood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.
Beau Taplin (via jinx—removing)

(via horsefuckjean)

「千と千尋の神隠し ::  Spirited Away」

(via horrorproportions)