official daine visual archive

bliss lane
Misplaced Lens Cap

if i look back, i am lost

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Jules of Nature
RMH
$LAYYYTER
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Origami Around
Sade Olutola
Xuebing Du
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

gracie abrams
cherry valley forever
sheepfilms
Interview Vampire Daily

izzy's playlists!
Not today Justin

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@xdisappearherex
From Deathbeds by Wes Eisold
This Charming Doge
At first I was confused by what passed for love in this world: people were discarded because they were too old or too fat or too poor or they had too much hair or not enough, they were wrinkled, they had no muscles, no definition, no tone, they weren’t hip, they weren’t remotely famous. This was how you chose lovers. This was what decided friends. And I had to accept this if I wanted to get anywhere…. On the verge of tears — because I was dealing with the fact that we lived in a world where beauty was considered an accomplishment — I turned away and made a promise to myself: to be harder, to not care, to be cool.
Brett Easton Ellis, Glamorama (via xdisappearherex)
Most people think you only get one grave. This is not true. The spaces you inhabit, the territory you belong to, the town of your birth – it’s all coated in miniature graves, dappling every surface as you blow through town; a residue of metallic vagabond hail.
Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps (via xdisappearherex)
The world was made for the dead. Think of all the dead there are…There’s a million times more dead than living and the dead are dead a million times longer than the living are alive…
Flannery O'Connor, The Violent Bear It Away (via xdisappearherex)
She had nothing in this world but her two hands and her crazy love for Jesus, who seemed, for his part, never to have heard of her.
Denis Johnson, Tree of Smoke
We in Purgatory sing fondly of Hell.
Denis Johnson, Tree of Smoke
“Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.”
“I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I’m not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.”
- House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
Wax Idols - “Deborah” (2015)
Patti Smith by Robert Mapplethorpe