#buckknife

[kingowatch]

Как вам розовый нож Buck на заднем плане? А классический G-SHOCK G5600? :) #buck #buckknives #buckknife #Knifelife #everydaycarry #pocketdump #edcwatch #перочинныйнож #penknife #jackknife #edc #едц #edcgear #edccommunity #edccarry #edcknife#edccommunity #edcknives#edcwatch #edclife #русскийножевойинстаграм #gshockfans #gshockcollector #gshockaddict #gshockoriginal #gshocklover #gshock (at Novosibirsk, Russia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnj0qRJLq-A/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#buck #buckknives #buckknife #knifelife #everydaycarry #pocketdump #edcwatch #перочинныйнож #penknife #jackknife #edc #едц #edcgear #edccommunity #edccarry #edcknife #edcknives #edclife #русскийножевойинстаграм #gshockfans #gshockcollector #gshockaddict #gshockoriginal #gshocklover #gshock

[aok-bored]

My bbs.

#tattoos #art #adventure #guitar #music #okay #painting #runescape #ar15porn #ar15build #fender stratocaster #arexdelta #buckknife

[joearf]

2022.05.26: Today’s Breakfast (Versions 2 & 3: via Olympus OM-D E-M5 Mark II, 7artisan 50mm f0.95 lens) - Riverside, CT #todaysbreakfast #figs #idlephotography #outdooreating #buckknife #fruit #tryinganewlens #7artisan50mm095 (at Riverside) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeBh9UCOo7u/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#todaysbreakfast #figs #idlephotography #outdooreating #buckknife #fruit #tryinganewlens #7artisan50mm095

[malaisequotes]

“Tonight, by the freeway, a man eating fruit pie with a buckknife carves the likeness of his lover's face into the motel wall. I like him and I want to be like him, my hands no longer an afterthought.”

Little Beast by Richard Siken

#Little Beast #Richard Siken #Quote #Crush #Poetry

[heartyartichoke]

“Little Beast” by Richard Siken

  1

An all-night barbeque. A dance on the courthouse lawn.      The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night is thinking. It’s thinking of love.              It’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster.    That’s a nice touch, stains in the night, whiskey and kisses for everyone.

Tonight, by the freeway, a man eating fruit pie with a buckknife     carves the likeness of his lover’s face into the motel wall. I like him and I want to be like him, my hands no longer an afterthought.

  2

Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.     I’m sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.

  3

History repeats itself. Somebody says this.     History throws its shadow over the beginning, over the desktop, over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters.             History is a little man in a brown suit     trying to define a room he is outside of. I know history. There are many names in history                   but none of them are ours.

  4

He had green eyes,             so I wanted to sleep with him     green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool– You could drown in those eyes, I said.               The fact of his pulse, the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire     not to disturb the air around him. Everyone could see the way his muscles worked,             the way we look like animals,                 his skin barely keeping him inside.       I wanted to take him home and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his     like a crash test car.               I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.     You could drown in those eyes, I said,                   so it’s summer, so it’s suicide, so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

  5

It wasn’t until we were well past the middle of it     that we realized the old dull pain, whose stitched wrists and clammy fingers,               far from being subverted, had only slipped underneath us, freshly scrubbed.           Mirrors and shop windows returned our faces to us,       replete with the tight lips and the eyes that remained eyes                and not the doorways we had hoped for. His wounds healed, the skin a bit thicker than before,     scars like train tracks on his arms and on his body underneath his shirt.

  6

We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars                 as the roads around us grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through a glass       already laced with frost, but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of                 lullabies. But damn if there isn’t anything sexier           than a slender boy with a handgun,                   a fast car, a bottle of pills.

  7

What would you like? I’d like my money’s worth.             Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this—       swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood on the first four knuckles.               We pull our boots on with both hands but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do         is stand on the curb and say Sorry            about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

#poetry

[simmaster]

of fucking course richard siken likes supernatural. what the fuck did you think "tonight by the freeway a man eating fruit pie with a buckknife carves his lovers face into the motel wall" was about

#also like. all of you are jeff #i havent even seen the show and i can tell #micah.txt

[enjolraspermettendo]

Do you ever think about that Richard Siken lines in Little Beast,

Tonight, by the freeway, a man eating fruit pie with a buckknife

    carves the likeness of his lover’s face into the motel wall. I like him

and I want to be like him, my hands no longer an afterthought.

And god he gets it.

#Any of Richard Sikens lines really

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Little Beast

by Richard Siken

1

An all-night barbeque. A dance on the courthouse lawn.

The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night

is thinking. It’s thinking of love.

It’s thinking of stabbing us to death

and leaving our bodies in a dumpster.

That’s a nice touch, stains in the night, whiskey and kisses for everyone.

Tonight, by the freeway, a man eating fruit pie with a buckknife

carves the likeness of his lover’s face into the motel wall. I like him,

and I want to be like him, my hands no longer an afterthought.

2

Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.

I’m sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.

3

History repeats itself. Somebody says this.

History throws its shadow over the beginning, over the desktop,

over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters.

History is a little man in a brown suit

trying to define a room he is outside of.

I know history. There are many names in history

but none of them are ours.

4

He had green eyes,

so I wanted to sleep with him—

green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool-

You could drown in those eyes, I said.

The fact of his pulse,

the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire

not to disturb the air around him.

Everyone could see the way his muscles worked,

the way we look like animals,

his skin barely keeping him inside.

I wanted to take him home

and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his

like a crash test car.

I wanted to be wanted and he was

very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.

You could drown in those eyes, I said,

so it’s summer, so it’s suicide,

so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

5

It wasn’t until we were well past the middle of it

that we realized

the old dull pain, whose stitched wrists and clammy fingers,

far from being subverted,

had only slipped underneath us, freshly scrubbed.

Mirrors and shop windows returned our faces to us,

replete with the tight lips and the eyes that remained eyes

and not the doorways we had hoped for.

His wounds healed, the skin a bit thicker than before,

scars like train tracks on his arms and on his body underneath his shirt.

6

We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars

as the roads around us

grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through a glass

already laced with frost,

but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out

of lullabies.

But damn if there isn’t anything sexier

than a slender boy with a handgun,

a fast car, a bottle of pills.

7

What would you like? I’d like my money’s worth.

Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this—

swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood

on the first four knuckles.

We pull our boots on with both hands

but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do

is stand on the curb and say Sorry

about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

#I mean COME ON #wincest #tell me you don’t see it hear it

[gearinsitu]

Today's tribute is of one of my oldest Ontario homeboys on Instagram. He even predates the creation of @gearinsitu 😎. I bring you Chris from @swiss_knife_4_edc who, if you didn't know, is also the founder of the ever popular #sak4edc He has a special set of skills and he's not afraid to use them. 😉 So be sure to use the hashtag in your posts. Also, quick shout out to Ret @mrs_swiss_knife_4_edc Chris' partner in crime who together have a beautiful family. #victorinox #buckknife #ontariohellsbelle #damasteel #Zippo #edc #edcgear #yeoman #swissbianco #victorinoxyeoman #swisstool #pokkapen #buck110 #swisstoolspirit (at Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJ1B5jLDzmf/?igshid=10sqe3xs0udmj

#sak4edc #victorinox #buckknife #ontariohellsbelle #damasteel #zippo #edc #edcgear #yeoman #swissbianco #victorinoxyeoman #swisstool #pokkapen #buck110 #swisstoolspirit

[onabeerrun]

#my pictures #justskatingthrough #onabeerrun #buckknife #knife #buck knife #blade #pipe #weed #weedsmokers #stoner #hike

[kingowatch]

А мне нравится этот необычный нож:) Да и часики #buck #buckknives #buckknife #Knifelife #everydaycarry #pocketdump #edcwatch #перочинныйнож #penknife #jackknife #edc #едц #edcgear #edccommunity #edccarry #edcknife#edccommunity #edcknives#edcwatch #edclife #русскийножевойинстаграм #suunto #suuntorun #suunto9 #suunto9baro #suuntowatch #suuntoadventure #suuntohike (at Novosibirsk, Russia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn65g6Krexe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#buck #buckknives #buckknife #knifelife #everydaycarry #pocketdump #edcwatch #перочинныйнож #penknife #jackknife #edc #едц #edcgear #edccommunity #edccarry #edcknife #edcknives #edclife #русскийножевойинстаграм #suunto #suuntorun #suunto9 #suunto9baro #suuntowatch #suuntoadventure #suuntohike

[appalachianaxeworks]

Went out for a knife pick today and found some good ones . Puma Earl , 2 Ag Russell Puma Luger , Buck 110 dated 1982 , 2 Ken Richardson , Fred MAC Overland , Edge Brand Bowie , Tops Jumpmaster and a BenchMade Snody Juju . #fixedblade #pocketknife #oldknife #buckknife #solingenknife #kenrichardsonknives #benchmadeknife #benchmade #snodyknives #appalachianaxeworks https://www.instagram.com/p/B0MnBPUn5xn/?igshid=1agkirmkv6fqq

#fixedblade #pocketknife #oldknife #buckknife #solingenknife #kenrichardsonknives #benchmadeknife #benchmade #snodyknives #appalachianaxeworks

[joearf]

2022.05.26: Today’s Breakfast (Version 1: via iPhone XR rear camera) - Riverside, CT #todaysbreakfast #figs #idlephotography #outdooreating #buckknife #fruit (at Riverside) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeBhW_aO40I/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#todaysbreakfast #figs #idlephotography #outdooreating #buckknife #fruit

[prairiefirebushcraft-blog]

Sharpened and oiled everything. I'm going on a short hike and cooking lunch for myself and friend in a few days so I used coconut oil on everything. #knives #tools #foldingsaw #saw #diamondsharpener #buckknife #victorinox #kershaw #sak #swissarmyknife #saskatchewan #canada #prairiefirebushcraft (at Regina, Saskatchewan) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv7ROXwhUFW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=u9t5yvuc7bxm

#knives #tools #foldingsaw #saw #diamondsharpener #buckknife #victorinox #kershaw #sak #swissarmyknife #saskatchewan #canada #prairiefirebushcraft

[smokymountainknifeworks]

Reposted from @arksknives - Buck 110, Ruger SP101, & my Copenhagen snuff. #buckknives #buckknife #buckknives110 #knife #knifefanatic #knifeaddiction #knifecollection #knives #knivesofinstagram #knivesofig #ruger #rugersp101 #357magnum #gun #gunsofinstagram #guns #gunsandknives #copenhagensnuff #edc #edcgear #ccw #pocketdump (at Smoky Mountain Knife Works) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsdAXUwF5PZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1fgkxyha9o586

#buckknives #buckknife #buckknives110 #knife #knifefanatic #knifeaddiction #knifecollection #knives #knivesofinstagram #knivesofig #ruger #rugersp101 #357magnum #gun #gunsofinstagram #guns #gunsandknives #copenhagensnuff #edc #edcgear #ccw #pocketdump

[bruceofbruce]

Buck Wild! I’ve had this knife for at least 20+ years. I remember the day my father gave it too me like it was yesterday. Yes I cut myself with it. that was a valuable lesson.

#buck #buckknife #alifephotographic #photolife #studiophotography #tabletop #tabletopphoto #productphoto #canon 5d mk iv #studiolife #knifelife #knifecommunity