on one side is a deep breath. on the other, the pull to destruction. maybe writing / Anastasia Kontchaeva
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Replicåh | Kinetic Love
everything has fallen apart – or maybe together, but it feels like a wreck I can’t bear to leave. I always go into the snake pit when I know full well the creature is full of poison even when it sleeps. photo / Yvone Shee writing / Anastasia Kontchaeva Continue reading “Replicåh | Kinetic Love”
MUNYA | Some More
I was gonna sow your seeds you keep talking about winter about nuclear sun all i see is green turning brown photo / greg pths
mindswimmer | elevation
Everything will turn out right, the world is built on that
CG Prod | Know You
I never thought how beautiful things will look from far away
Nima Khaste | TBT
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
Circuit Saga | Gemini
If you can see it, it can see you. That’s true of just about anything
Sayne Lately | Vicodin
I thought I would be understood without words
Ironfist | Empathy I (Treptow)
J’aime the little wooden matchsticks (allumettes!) with rose-colored combustive tips, which I light the gas stove with to make café au lait in the morning
House of Dr Jones 3. King Kong (feat. Keith Law)
There is no island above. It’s just blue, blue.
