those dirty things

love is stronger than witchcraft

shoot myself with rock & roll

i've seen gbv twice this month.
last show, nyc/nye.
can't fucking wait.

demons are real. they are standing still.

we always imagine we're being followed

whipped like a slave

you're haunting me because i let you

nature intended the abstract for you + me

you stick it in me

thirst caked all our words

not enough pleasure, too much pain

save my love through loneliness

photo via the trachicist

trying to eat that self real slow

all over the place right now.

in the meantime, i am enjoying these photos.

http://picture-dreams.blogspot.com/

my body will never be the same

i get depressed in fancy hotel rooms.

too small for a lens

you're not the sunrise

fotos by ehh fashion

peeling back and gagging free

/back from holiday

forward to regression

upswing plaything

summertime makes me think of the 90s

perhaps due to summers wasted indoors
watching mtv as a kid

concrete jungle

declining people and growing zeros

mixtaping.
warm weather, sunshine, long drives, sticky sexy summer nights.

very jesus and mary chain

architecture and morality

stunning settings, gorgeous clothes,
lots of skin.

fear of flying

kitten is gone.
i've been listening to this song over + over again.
i miss her.

fainting spells

memories are uncertain friends

more orchestral maneuvers in the dark

mea culpa

amyl nitrate

'jubilee'

swallow it

feather + bone gag,
chris habana jewelry

coldwave

one of my favorite 80s french bands

sleep deprivation setting in.

i'm exhausted/

szewc zabija szewca

mad-eyed screamer

liquid sky

my kind of fashion show

sun in my mouth

trin + i, sunshine, yesterday.

you can have my youth

back from the ville
computer repaired

dr. strange

love black and florals

packing. louisville this weekend.

traume mit mir

for kitten

i love i-d magazine

in the deathcar, we're alive

johnny depp, vincent gallo, & iggy pop
all in one place

daylight savings

in the mood for color-

red frame/white light

happy birthday

three hours, thirteen minutes into my birthday/

i would like[love]/my fantasy wishlist (pictured above):
1.opening ceremony pony hair keds
2. opening ceremony rope wedges

3. jeffrey campbell suede wedges
4. jeffrey campbell buckle wedges
5. vivienne westwood anglomania wing platforms

thanks

you don't eat when you've lived too long

bowie is saving my life
at the moment

everything merges with the night

happy f'n valentine's day

i hate today
need to lose myself

ALEXANDER MCQUEEN 1969-2010

so sad.

there will never be another one like you,

mr. mqueen.

tell her i'm a freak

one of my favorite furs' songs

rachmaninoff third

i love crumbling stones, archways, and
large outdoor structures in general

doot doot

love.
these guys went on to become Underworld

dead finks don't talk

hoping things get easier/

in the meantime, rich, saturated, warm yellow tones make me happy

foxxx

blank.

i am the end of reproduction

dearest mr. murphy

we suck young blood

some pictures of my friends +i