February 2012
Say Hi To Your Mom-I Think I’ll Be A Good...
I love how many hidden goth/post-punk bars in Chicago are being introduced to me recently. My friend and I are going to one on Thursday that’s been in the heart of the alternative scene in Chicago since 1979. On Thursdays they have a New Wave/Post-Punk night where they only play 80’s music and beer is two dollars. Fuck man, I love Chicago.
I got eight and a half hours of sleep for the first time in a week. I feel very well rested and ready to apply for a job at my library and then work in the dark room for 5 hours straight making prints. I really hope I get this job, I would give anything to work in a nice quiet library organizing books and files for hours a day. It’s my dream job. I’m very nervous though, I’m scared they will...
“Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth
like a mermaid of the soil,...”
– Jeffrey McDaniel, from “The Archipelago of Kisses” (via valeofdreams)
“I don’t like the country. Creeps me out. In the country, dead bodies live in...”
– Tracey (via iwriterudewords) will always reblog
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“Marked” — EMA
I wish that every time he touched...
I’m so tired I feel drunk, I don’t sleep anymore. Wrap me up and feed me sleeping pills like communion wafers. I want to be the next Heath Ledger, kiss me on my open mouth.
“An angel masturbating softly to the hum of insects.”
When I am so tired I can barely function I can always turn to art and music to wake me the fuck up.
I just saw a post of a photo of bodies stacked on top of each other on a medical examiners table and it’s sad to say that this happens more often than you would think. A girl I knew died of an overdose recently and her best friend told me that when she went into the medical examiners room there were bodies stacked on top of each other because there wasn’t enough room in the freezers....
The critique on my series of photos inspired by Abu Ghraib lasted ten minutes and it was all positive. It felt amazing.
