Caroline Staron - eingedenk sein
I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.

Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

(via adderalldust)

Tuesday / 23337 / reblog

Victor Gorincioi by Marcello Arena
You are a fever I am learning to live with, and everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel.
Richard Siken (via adderalldust)
Monday / 205 / reblog

Simon Harsent

Todd Hido
I thought the sky bled for you.
Ruins. Barcelona. You wanted
to visit Spain. Dry lips, palms flat
on the wheel. The radio played low,
ignition spitting over. Cold showers
in motels on dirt roads. The highway,
long black strips like duct tape. Fucking
in a gas station once. You drove too fast,
too close to the railings, to the coast.
My stomach grinds, teeth coated in a tar.
I bled for you too.
Yasmin Belkhyr, Pink Razors in a Gas Station Bathroom (for Bonnie)
Thursday / 1685 / reblog