Chronicles of a useless mind.

"There’s something about that tunnel that leads to downtown. It’s glorious at night. Just glorious. You start on one side of the mountain, and it’s dark, and the radio is loud. As you enter the tunnel, the wind gets sucked away, and you squint from the lights overhead. When you adjust to the lights, you can see the other side in the distance just as the sound of the radio fades because the waves just can’t reach. Then, you’re in the middle of the tunnel, and everything becomes a calm dream. As you see the opening get closer, you just can’t get there fast enough. And finally, just when you think you’ll never get there, you see the opening right in front of you. And the radio comes back even louder than you remember it. And the wind is waiting. And you fly out of the tunnel onto the bridge. And there it is. The city. A million lights and buildings and everything seems as exciting as the first time you saw it. It really is a grand entrance."

[sikeffy]

[whatever-isthe90s]

Traci Lords as Wanda Woodward in Cry-Baby (1990)

[genioincompr3so]

Soon our short film "Insomnia" will be on YouTube! We are so so proud of this little thing we made ❤️ (presso Prato della Valle)

[genioincompr3so]

Mi sono fatta un regalino. 🖤

[melisica]

2017, pls don’t be an asshole

[klaasfoto]

Mono no aware, 2016

[pistachio-nacho-deactivated2020]

[genioincompr3so]

Can I have her eyes please?

[hirxeth]

Lost River (2014) dir. Ryan Gosling

[genioincompr3so]

In the summer my boyfriend is paler than the white fucking wall, I love him so so much

[genioincompr3so]

💯% ME. #sarah'sscribbles #sarahanderson

[allthelittlethingsinthewords]

“CHOPS” Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And called it “Chops” because that was the name of his dog And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X’s and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it “Autumn” because that was the name of the season And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars and left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it “Innocence: A Question” because that was the question about his girl And that’s what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle’s Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it “Absolutely Nothing” Because that’s what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn’t think he could reach the kitchen.“

Perks of being a Wallflower (via allthelittlethingsinthewords)

[genioincompr3so]

today i took out my wisdom teeth and now my cheek looks like a tennis ball, my guns hurts as fuck and my mouth is full of blood ew. Obviously this is a photo before the surgery.

[contint]

[dawn-faruq]

Cute

[genioincompr3so]

Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?

[genioincompr3so]

Non luogo // nowhere

The term “non luogo” doesn’t mean, as you might imagine “a place that doesn’t exist”. It means instead a place without an identity, so an anonymous place, a place detached from any relationship with the social boundary, with a tradition, with a story. When it talk to “non luogo” it thinks to airports, motorway service stations, shopping centers, gas stations, and all the places that have the same characteristic, a kind of anonymity, a serial reproduction also of the architectural environment in which the institution is located.