steaming hot

He says to her, “Whatever you desire
I will bring to you.”
Then out with a knife, ripping her breast
to belly and tearing the living heart
out of her body
the living heart of his mother,
“What else?”

With the heart in his hand
plucked from her breast
there was a hot, steaming sea of red blood
as far as he could see,
“Did you hurt yourself when you fell, my son?”


“So what does this worthless and murderous idiot male do,
but race home to his mother?”

“I don’t know!” He cried.

weights have been lifted

crunches have been crunched. tempted to take a long, hot steam. but… late. is sleep more important than relaxation or vice versa?


Hot spring/stream in Arkansas’s Hot Springs National Park.


Beitou Thermal Valley in Taipei, Taiwan

music and lyrics yoongi for @auriee happy birthday, cutie~ 


1933 Hot Rod Powered by 510-inch big-block Ford

Think there weren’t hot rodders around in the late 1800s? Just check out those horse-drawn carriages: big ’n’ little wheels, pinstriped panels, lacquer paint, and leather upholstery are all design characteristics that could be found back in the day. (Did you know Studebaker started out by making covered wagons back in 1852?) And of course by the late 1800s several companies had figured out they could add a steam engine to their carriage, which would lay the groundwork for what would eventually become the automobile.

Steam power was all the rage before the turn of the last century, but what would today’s hot rodders have built if they were around back then? That concept is what makes the basis for an art movement popular today called Steampunk. Incorporating aspects of industrial machinery and steam-powered devices (think: springs, gears, levers, gauges with arrows, riveted steel or aluminum, relief valves, and a fair share of bumps and bulges), the Steampunk of today is about as far away as you can get from the look of those smoothy hot rods that were the fad back in the late 1900s. (Read the original article)

Via Hot Rod 

According to party banters, Dorian is afraid of heights, gets seasick very easily, and has severe seasonal allergies. We’ve had him figured wrong this whole time. He wasn’t a precocious, rebellious kid, he was the kid who wears sweaters until May because his mom says he’s “delicate.” He was Eustace Scrubb.

Check out this steaming eagle at Kenai Fjords National Park in Alaska! Sometimes a good perch in the sun on a cold day can feel so good. Photo by Mark Thompson, National Park Service.