If today were a constellation
It would be the Anus of Satan.
Call Me Maybe: Boston Ballet Helsinki Tour 2012
I know, this isn’t what I usually post, but I’ma start to branch out a bit. And it’s adorable.
Nothing beats a birthday
When the only people who remember are your mother and the automated email thingy at Okcupid.
Life sure is grand.
To Failure
To Failure
You do not come dramatically, with dragons
That rear up with my life between their paws
And dash me butchered down beside the wagons,
The horses panicking; nor as a clause
Clearly set out to warn what can be lost,
What out-of-pocket charges must be borne,
Expenses met; nor as a draughty ghost
That’s seen, some mornings, running down a lawn.
It is these sunless afternoons, I find,
Instal you at my elbow like a bore.
The chestnut trees are caked with silence. I’m
Aware the days pass quicker than before,
Smell staler too. And once they fall behind
They look like ruin. You have been here some time.
Pakistani military.
French army.
US Army medic.
US Air Force, I think, but it could be Navy as well.
Not sure which army, Afghanistan.
US Army, Afghanistan, I believe.
Swedish military.
US Marine.
Italian army. Courtesy of ragazzerasate.
“Carabiniere paracadutiste” according to my source, ragazzerasate.
US Marines.
