Let’s be the same wound if we must bleed.
Let’s fight side by side, even if the enemy
is ourselves: I am yours, you are mine.
Tommy Olofsson, Sweden. 



She has no mouth with which to kiss, no hands with which to caress, only the fangs and talons of a beast of prey.
—Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories 
It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it and they love you and you know it but it’s a party and you’re both talking to other people and you’re laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes. But not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual, but because that is your person in this life and it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end and it’s this secret world that exists right there. In public. Unnoticed. That no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.
Frances Ha


the double arch in the chartreuse mountains, french alps.


Lasse Larsen, male model

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