Roses Out of Brains

Here is what I find in my search for inspiring things. Things to grow out of and grow something out of.

This blog is about the knick knacks I plant in my mind and what grows from them. So here are some knick knacks, and maybe some stuff I make, and a list of very wonderful books.

Though inaccrochable I'm very approachable, talk to me about yourself.

kateordie:

jxninjv:

viajeremy:

hit like a brick

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I’ve posted this before but god, I love this comic.

Can anyone help me source this? A reverse image search wasn’t incredibly helpful.

liber-legis:

liber-legis:

liber-legis:

"Why Does No One Care About My Sad Dick?" - Chuck Palahniuk

"Why Do All These Mysterious and Magical Women Love My Sad Dick?" - Haruki Murakami

"My Sad Dick is Lost in This Maze Beyond Space and Time" - Mark Z. Danielewski

Ha oh god!

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jubtronphotos:

Bitches Get Stitches
Quite possibly the most bad-ass picture of cross stitching ever taken.  Tonianne models for me here, working on the project which will be posted in one of the next few updates.  Once again, slight coloration added.
Canon AE-1 w/ Kodak TMax 100

jubtronphotos:

Bitches Get Stitches

Quite possibly the most bad-ass picture of cross stitching ever taken.  Tonianne models for me here, working on the project which will be posted in one of the next few updates.  Once again, slight coloration added.

Canon AE-1 w/ Kodak TMax 100

When I saw Zero Suit Samus for the new Smash Bros. game I felt like we needed some more equal representation. I also feel like, this outfit is totally in-character for something Captain Falcoln would wear. He definitely has a taste for drawing attention to his nips. Totally canon.

When I saw Zero Suit Samus for the new Smash Bros. game I felt like we needed some more equal representation. I also feel like, this outfit is totally in-character for something Captain Falcoln would wear. He definitely has a taste for drawing attention to his nips. Totally canon.

the-goddamazon:

oriental-sunrise:

 Argentina’s President Christina Kirshner Has Declared That Her Country Will Revoke The Argentinian Citizenship From Every Citizen With The Possession Of Both Argentinian And Israeli Passports. “This New Law Will Make It Impossible For Any Argentinian To Serve In The Israeli Army Which Is Assassinating Innocent People And Children” Stated Her Spokesman.

Argentina ain’t fucking around.

That’s interesting and all. Bold move coming from the country that accepted all those Nazi war criminals. The whole world feels like a soap opera.

the-goddamazon:

oriental-sunrise:

 Argentina’s President Christina Kirshner Has Declared That Her Country Will Revoke The Argentinian Citizenship From Every Citizen With The Possession Of Both Argentinian And Israeli Passports. “This New Law Will Make It Impossible For Any Argentinian To Serve In The Israeli Army Which Is Assassinating Innocent People And Children” Stated Her Spokesman.

Argentina ain’t fucking around.

That’s interesting and all. Bold move coming from the country that accepted all those Nazi war criminals. The whole world feels like a soap opera.

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Dear Gaza,
I’m sorry

Dear Beirut,
I still love you like an arsonist

Dear Venice,
When that glassblower put his lips to
the glowing pipe
and I followed his breath into
an ornament
I understood grace

Dear New Orleans,
You gave me swelter and melody and
staircase after the longest winter of my life
You are where I forgave myself

Dear Boston,
I found the bird already dead
Crooked nest scattering
the pavement
and for days all I saw
was that constellation of bones

Dear Aya Nappa,
I cannot hear your name
without thinking war and ship
and two moons before coastline

Dear Tripoli,
It was whiplash
It was awful month
It was season of flinching
I won’t be coming back

Dear Rome,
When I think of my future self
She is walking your piazza
wearing something yellow

Dear Wichita,
I remember the summer songs on the radio
The car rides through the backbone
of your highways
I remember corn fields and pregnant sky
and always a thunderstorm

Dear Gaza,
I’m sorry

Dear Ramallah,
Thank you for the applause
Thank you for the seltzer water
the tableh player
the 3am tomato and bread
Thank you for the balcony

Dear Dubai,
I forgot a scarf
a silver ring
a tube of lipstick
and courage to make a mistake
I found the ring
The rest you may keep

Dear Aleppo,
Forgive me my litter
my uneaten rice
my abundance of light bulbs
Forgive me my bed soft and warm
even in January

Dear Baghdad,
Twenty six years and you still
make me cry

Dear Doha,
With you I am always dreaming of
starlit eels and honey water and swans
bathing in fluorescent sky
I miss those colors

Dear Istanbul,
Marry me

Dear Dallas,
I bought polished pebbles from
your mall kiosks
and pretended I was Aladdin
turning the soil over
and gasping

Dear Gaza,
I’m sorry

Dear Beirut,
You are cherry end of cigarette
You are pulse and tunnel
Freckles and siren
How can you fit so much?

Dear Norman, Oklahoma,
No one calls me Holly anymore
I blink slept woke wanting fairytale hair
for breakfast
loving boys with quarterback hands
and suburban smiles

Dear Las Vegas,
I’d rather not

Dear Brooklyn,
I came to you tumbled and spun
I came to you with 62 books
and the mistakes I’d gathered like splinters
You showed me where to sit

Dear Dublin,
Someday

Dear Damascus,
Nothing is as dangerous
as an unlit match
You taught us that

Dear Paris,
By beauty I meant that bridge
Those clouds and the legs my brother and I
dangled over the water

Dear Jerusalem,
Only you know what I am capable of

Dear London,
When I didn’t speak
it wasn’t because I was ungrateful
I was trying not to cry

Dear Gaza,
I’m sorry

Dear Manhattan,
I left a part of myself in that nightclub
like some paper crane with a beating heart
She is crumpled and sleeping
Do not wake her

Dear Bangkok,
I ate your fruit salted
Bare fingers peeling back skin
for shrines of gold and sugar

Dear Beirut,
I bruise as easily as you do
We are both anemic veins
and unbrushed hair and survivor’s
guilt

Dear Gaza,
When I come to you
it will be summer
Scorching sun and a music to the
shoreline
You’ll ask me
‘what took so long’
and I’ll tell you where I’ve been

—Dear Gaza by Hala Alyan [x] (via justanotherpalestinian)

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coelasquid:

ricktimus:

Neil deGrasse Tyson is not impressed with all your sexism.

I worked really hard making those star plates accurate, guys.

crokel:

real women have curves. real women have one single, continuous, infinite curve. real women are a hollow sphere of mass 1kg, suspended in a void. calculate real women’s acceleration if real women is struck by an object accelerating east at 5m/s/s.

Domestic violence trigger warning.

(Source: numerousspiders, via guardianspiritofthewaters)

4 out of 5 bridesmaids have chosen their dresses. This is how I mock the fifth.

4 out of 5 bridesmaids have chosen their dresses. This is how I mock the fifth.