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step into the skin and disappear

[middleamerica]

the american epidemic comic, jim himes 2012

[staticage]

john maus @ slaktkyrkan, stockholm october 3rd 2024

[canadiandogteeth-deactivated202]

Photos ~ @mothercain - Power Plant Road, PA

[officialfrankieteardrop]

steve albini, 1995 shellac interview

[too-serious-to-take-seriously]

[miamaimania]

Slumbering Innocence: A Boy, His Dog, and a Moment Frozen in Time, by Pentti Sammallahti

[laultimaola]

Grizzly Man (Werner Herzog, 2005)

[missoneminute]

Voyeuristic close ups from the HQ images of the Freedom Gig: Carl’s wet hair on Peter’s arm and Peter’s nicotine stained thumb from his “smoke like a superstar” cigarette holding position, beer flying by Carl’s chest and glow in the dark rosary that Peter had brought him from prison, Carl’s year old Libertine tattoo, Carl drunkenly dropping his cigarette, tangle of Peter and Carl’s arms, Peter’s rosary, blue knickers and cute lil belly.

[celebratingwomen]

Benicio del Toro and Parker Posey photographed by Mark Seliger, 1995

[themightyboosh]

Amy Winehouse photographed in a London café in 2004.

[zegalba]

Owls create snow angel imprints while hunting in winter when they swoop down to catch mice or squirrels.

[infinite-jest-again]

“Almost nothing important that ever happens to you happens because you engineer it. Destiny has no beeper; destiny always leans trenchcoated out of an alley with some sort of Psst that you usually can’t even hear because you’re in such a rush to or from something important you’ve tried to engineer.”

— p. 291, David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

[kuutamosonaatti]

Crimes of the Future (1970) | dir. David Cronenberg

[heroinelove-deactivated20240327]

please

I KILL EVERYTHING I FUCK mothercain on tumblr (ethel cain) Dec 31, 2022

[brightbrutality]

[christmasintheloonybin]

[feignedremote]

... I would lie in bed thinking when will it stop when will it stop... Sometimes I could put myself to sleep saying that over and over until after the honeysuckle got all mixed up in it the whole thing came to symbolize night and unrest I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray halflight where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.

William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury