af vandevorst: ende neu (2017)

blease... i'm pegging you....

ah yes the two genders

Richard siken / dave eggers

— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

The ghost of you still haunts my home. The smell of sea salt floods my house every time it storms. I can tell when you're here- there's a puddle leaking from the other side of this door, from the room beyond. I can see you standing on the other side of it, your shadow. Why don't you open it?

“I am my father’s image: a stubborn will to survive; skin-deep beauty too thin to hide the ugliness buried inside. I am my mother’s epitaph: a rage ready to ignite; this warped resilience the only poison keeping me alive.”

— I am everything you never wanted me to be | l.x. (via lxcuna)

big fan of when a character dies and one of the people closest to them is so undone by grief and guilt that they start hallucinating them still being alive and having full blown conversations with them, only for it to be suddenly revealed that they've been interacting and conversing with their corpse this entire time while it becomes rotten and putrid and unrecognizable to everyone else. the gothic romance of it all.

sorry my hands are dirty from eating salt and vinger chips *wiping them on your cheeks* girl you are so beautiful...

Killed people kill people

ellen rogers

I actually like it when ships hurt each other in long lasting and unforgiveable ways. I like it when they leave vicious, glaring scars. I like when they leave traumas. I like when they stab each other and torture each other and ruin each other’s lives and violate every inch of each other’s values. and I like it when they fucking kill each other permanently dead. 

JUNOT DÍAZ

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (2007);

original photos and edit

ANNE CARSON

‘The Glass Essay’ from Glass, Irony, and God (1994);

personal photos, original edit