the endless toil

[realityayslum]

新宇 苏 / Su Xinyu

恢复的 (Recovery), 2015

[endlesstoil]

I miss you.

I texted this to you. You haven’t responded yet. I know you’re working, but I am so fucking anxious. I don’t know what I want. I try to break up because everyone is right, you were right. You’re not right for me. You do not want me. I want to start a fight, I want to see how you react, how long it will take for you to respond, for you to explode, for me to destroy every single bit of love and affection you somehow still have for me. How far can you go? 

We’re not even together, but I know that I’ve burned myself in your mind. I’ve left memories all over your dashboard. You say that I’m the messiest. I find freedom in my mess. I left it on your bed, over your blankets that I know you will never wash. My drool, cum, sweat, blood, hair. I won’t think about the tears. 

I wish you left me more bruises, but you hardly touched me in the last few days we were together. I wish I took more pictures of you. I wish you had a scent for me to carry, but somehow you are the only man I’ve met who carries no smell.

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[thedoppelganger]

Brian Eno

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[t3sjelly]

[treniki]

Label Under Construction Signals LS

[flutedsleeves]

untitled by Luisa Lacsa

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No title by Uta Barth, 1995

[libels]

[c-apitalist-blog]

[pseudopsia]

[9th]

[paperimages]

Michael Borremans, One

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[aristagoras]

[silvianavarromartin]

Collage de Tim Lukeman. “My Dear, My Dear, It Is Not So Dreadful Here.”

[indicio]

flammèche #26 (by momomi_aloha_garden)

[organization-blog]

Issey Miyake Men F/W 2004 advertisement L’Uomo Vogue #253 Sept. 1994