mason CRIPPLE

gawd, your posture is horrible. sleepover science. web neck defect. drinking on the job. glass door to the bedroom. iced glass. i know how it works but i don’t care to change. you think that the web on your neck catches your dreams before they fall to the ground. i think it’s the ice on the glass door that catches your dreams as they bead out while sleeping, like the mirror catching the fog from the shower. best draw a number before it all disappears.

liam dullaghan — i’m just fucked without you

please tell me when fred sinkus arrives to drop off his book, his whiskey-twinged musings of the last twenty years. i won’t let him walk away from me. i need to hear it from fred sinkus.

loverofbeauty:

August Sander:   The right eye of my daughter  (1928)

loverofbeauty:

August Sander:   The right eye of my daughter  (1928)

pink — try

cloud nothings — i’m not part of me