Cigarettes After Sex | Opera House
I’ve got a love for you I just can’t escape all of my love for you cuts me like barbed wire oh, I was meant to love you and always keep you in my life ooh, I was meant to love you I knew I loved you at first sight
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Cigarettes After Sex | Opera House
I’ve got a love for you I just can’t escape all of my love for you cuts me like barbed wire oh, I was meant to love you and always keep you in my life ooh, I was meant to love you I knew I loved you at first sight
Lumen prints are the source of melancholy.
The Smashing Pumpkins - Siamese Dream (1993)
i see you, somewhere in the distance
i don’t feel good at all and i don’t know what to do about it. i miss myself. i wanna hold a hand that loves me
“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”
— Mikko Harvey, from “For M,” Foundry (no. 9, September 2018)
ROBERT KINMONT, My Favorite Dirt Roads 1969
Landscapes.
Angels of the Woods.
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my overwhelming need to be attractive at all times vs the voices of mary oliver and mitski telling me i don’t exist to be consumed, fight
physically i am present but mentally and spiritually it’s 3 am in a big city and i am in the kitchen of my small apartment dancing to two slow dancers by mitski with the love of my life and it feels like we’re the only people in the world while the rest of the city sleeps
Gustave Flaubert, from a notebook entry written c. February 1840