trying on a metaphor
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
dirt enthusiast
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

No title available

No title available

#extradirty
Mike Driver
KIROKAZE

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
taylor price
DEAR READER

⁂
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Claire Keane
No title available
sheepfilms
Sweet Seals For You, Always
$LAYYYTER
d e v o n
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Iraq

seen from Singapore
seen from Georgia

seen from Serbia
seen from Peru

seen from United States
seen from Peru
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
@zukobi
anyway, don’t be a stranger.
scott street / phoebe bridgers
See-Through (Glass Skeleton)
by gettymuseum
Photographed by Ron Galella, 1979-1987.
Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still
Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
Vintage Valentine's Swans · 1
— Louise Glück, from “Timor Mortis.”
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
— Jane Austen
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
rainer maria
i’m sorry officer i didn’t know i was speeding. i was listening to nine inch nails and my erection was pressing on the accelerator
Heart imagery by Andrea Zantelli
the thing is, i think horror needs to have a little love. it needs to have an obsession. does the parasite in your body love you? it raises you from the dead, it sustains you. this is its body. this is your body. does the haunted house feel intruded upon? is it hungry? what is hatred but adoration?