“I felt heavy my whole life. I always thought that death would be the heaviest thing of all, but it wasn’t, it really wasn’t. Life was like being dragged through concrete in circles, wet and setting concrete that dried with each rotation of my unwilling body. As a child, I was light. It didn’t matter too much; I slid through it, and maybe it even felt like a game, like I was just playing in mud, like nothing about that slipperiness would ever change, not really. But then I got bigger and it started drying on me and eventually I turned into an uneven block, chipping and sparking on the hard ground, tearing off into painful chunks. I wanted to stay empty, like the eagle in the proverb, left to perch, my bones filled with air pockets, but heaviness found me and I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t shake it off; I couldn’t transform it, evaporate or melt it. It was distinct from me, but it hooked itself into my body like a parasite. I couldn’t figure out if something was wrong with me or if this was just my life—if this was just how people felt like concrete was dragging their flesh off their bones.”

— The Death of Vivek Oji, Akwaeke Emezi (via amouthfulloflove)

silicone & pigment on canvas by lev khesin.

A late Viking or High Medieval Axe beautifully inlaid with silver,

• Length: 7.4 in/18.7 cm
• Width: 7.5 in/19.1 cm
• Weight: 1.1 lbs/520 g

Scandinavia, 11th-12th century, housed at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

You are on the council of so true, but we do not grant you the rank of bestie

unfortunately for everybody i will keep doing whatever i want