May 31, 2010 4:51AM
noise dept.
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ojovivo
Sweet Seals For You, Always
taylor price
Noah Kahan
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@theartofmadeline
hello vonnie
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blake kathryn
cherry valley forever
occasionally subtle
Not today Justin
Interview Vampire Daily
RMH

bliss lane

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@vintageebabidll
May 31, 2010 4:51AM
Jess Maybury Print Magazine n°3 ph. Harley Weir
Shalom Harlow & John Galliano Vogue US (March 1995) ph. Bruce Weber kelles scan/tfs
Another, S/S 2009.
Ph. Lina Scheynius
Another, A/W 2010.
Ph. Lina Scheynius
Ph. Karen Collins
Luca Giovagnoli ( brn 1963 )
“𝐴𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠.”
—Edna St. Vincent Millay, Song Of A Second April in “Collected Poems Of Edna St. Vincent Millay”
from @zhongjiangminghao on ig . "2024.12.3 《温室》 型号alice 尺寸:42cm 材质陶瓷"
i live in a glass house. i don’t throw stones. or maybe i do. i live in a glass house. i do not dare change clothes, or touch myself, or speak my secrets, lest the act of living become pornography. or maybe i do. i live in a glass house. it has no doors to let others in, no corners to hide, no shadows to sleep in, no sun—only light. the view is beautiful. i live in a glass house. i cannot leave. i live in a glass house. the view is beautiful. i feel terror in the night, when i cannot see out, but i know they look in. when they look in, we trade places. i see myself. they look. i become the view. i feel myself. applause. i feel not myself. applause. the view is lucrative. this is not my house. i live in a glass city. i live in a glass house. i lie in a glass coffin. death is no longer a subject. it is an object—an abjection, a point in time, past now. childhood reaches out, tracing memories with glass fingers, this is not my house, days move like particles, pixelated, weightless and heavy. i hear and see everything. i hear and see and nothing. only light. light— which radiates but does not illuminate. light which circulates. light which casts no shadow. no time for shadows. no time for culture. time is death. culture becomes its subject… [cont.]
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