i miss going to the church. i haven't been there regularly ever since the bad thing happened since both him and his family are still very present in the community, but i miss it very dearly. i went to mass today, and i don't think i have the same feelings for the catholic church anymore, but there's something warm in it to me. especially in those churches that i can sit right next to the statue of a saint, and i can feel them looking right through me. it's almost as if they can see me, and there's the warm feeling of a greater hand in my shoulder, as if it's a reminder of something i cannot figure out

There was a father and a monster (and a father in whose arms I could hide from that monster).

— Manon Uphoff, Falling Is Like Flying

Lotte Pritzel with one of her many dolls in 1923. Rejecting Oskar Kokoschka’s commission for a replication of his lost lover in the form of an articulated doll, the dollmaker later became friends with Hans Bellmer, whose own fascination with dolls had roots in projected psychosexual obsessions, pedophilia, castration anxiety, and objectification of the female form as beckoning its own ruin.

h.d. | the strokes | annie ernaux

inferno | sara maitland | alice notley | succession

if u pay attention there are themes and motifs on my blog

A.Roege Hove 2019-2020 lookbook by Louise & Maria Thornfeldt.

did really well on this job interview. at least i hope so!

you’re listening to 102.7 kill yourself FM

Dragonfly. Pictures and stories of animals. 1868.

Internet Archive

you'll never see me make a list of either of sam or dean's transgressions in a 'holding them accountable' sort of way. when i do it it's like i'm a father putting their art or grades up on the fridge for everyone to see

創元推理文庫 (Sogen Mystery Bunko) covers of Shirley Jackson books

bread and water printshop