When I think about you, I feel a lot better. As if I can breath. I wish to see you again at least with lucidity. I’ll hide and remain pale. I don’t feel safe any more. What’s wrong with me? Where can we go? Sigh.
My laptop’s completely fucked. The list to do:
1. Get laptop repaired
2. Buy plug for external drive
3. Pay Jackie, Eric, Nicole, and that nice girl back in drinks
4. Never burn a bridge
5. Never, ever talk shit
When out of men’s hearts all hate is gone
It’s better to die than forever live on
(Source: bionicoaf)
Eh, I’ll write that I’m starting to feel apathy at the moment. Why should I bother? I didn’t even want to. When I walked on Olive and 11th st. the sun hit me, and neurons started to fire. No. No. No, again. I was caught by the elevator. The southern accent. Dignity sparked again.
Of course, it’s different. Walking outside. It felt so brilliant.
By Joel Peter Witkin
A SNICK appreciation post for the 90’s kids
Mainbocher, Harper’s Bazaar 1940
I’m suffering as always. I wanted to get the fuck out. I don’t understand you. I don’t understand what the fuck you want from me. Get out of my head. Get out of my life. I don’t want anything to deal with you.
(Source: tiredtangerine)
F Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via scienceofwar)
(Source: twentyfirst-centuryfox)
A man walks through a destroyed city in Germany looking for food, 1945, by Werner Bischof.
Fuck, I hate Europe.
Now, I feel somewhat off. I can say it was lovely to spend time with the pin ball crew and weird computer geeks :). Besides the lovely weather, meeting good people, and being in Missouri…. I’m rather happy.
I need whiskey.
I’m quite content.
