highsnobiety ‘beauty’ issue (2023)
‘FOR CRYING OUTLOUD’ by Richie Talboy
RMH
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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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Peter Solarz
Keni
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Not today Justin
$LAYYYTER

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Love Begins
we're not kids anymore.
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cherry valley forever
noise dept.
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highsnobiety ‘beauty’ issue (2023)
‘FOR CRYING OUTLOUD’ by Richie Talboy
Mary Ruefle, “Who Is Your Favourite Dead Person?”
Victoria Chang, from "The Islands, 1961" (for Agnes Martin)
bruxelles janv. 23
Joan Didion writes, in On Keeping a Notebook, that the purpose of keeping a notebook, or a journal for that matter, isn’t because you simply want keep a personal record of things; but because you want to remember the person you were at that specific moment. we write things down on our notebook/journal/diary (whichever one of those you keep) because we want to remember. we want to remember what specific people meant to us on a particular day or hour. or minute. we want to remember our first impression of something (or of doing that something), possibly of someone, too. sometimes we think we’ll “always remember” important events: “I’ll make a mental note of that” etc etc. but in reality everything is fleeting. so Didion says write it down. keep a journal. that way, people, places, and certain events will always be there in case you ever want to come back to them sometime in the future. but also so that they don’t ever haunt you.
from northern corn by anders carlson-wee, published in the low passions
[Text ID: You have allowed another year to pass. You have learned very little. /End ID]
“And please forgive the silence for you know, of course, the love is there.”
— Anne Sexton, from ‘A Self-Portrait in Letters’ — W. D. Snodgrass, May 1963 (via derangedrhythms)
Ghosts in the water, ghosts in the blood. Everything, once you start to look, is haunted.
Seán Hewitt, All Down Darkness Wide
It's already been done
François Perrier's The Sacrifice of Iphigenia / Ptolomea, Ethel Cain
there’s something deeply, fundamentally wrong with you. can we kiss
angelsovermyhead
*flirtatiously* bleeding out all by yourself, handsome?
it’s a harmful life - i apologize but as long as you try i’ll try i don’t know why
what’s everyone’s 28th song on their spotify wrapped playlist is real question
alvin baltrop “the piers (portrait of transexual in front of motorcycle)” 1975-86