Always Remember The Final Girl Code:

when i have a crush i dont kick my feet or twirl my hair instead i am in my kitchen at 3am pacing in circles with my hands clasped behind my back like a middle-aged divorced detective haunted by a cold case he just cant crack

teapot ghosts.. ♡ by pantovola

Latin Youths at Lynch Park in Brooklyn, June 1974

the miracle mile, yves olade. from bloodsport.

Hermann Hesse, from Siddhartha

Text ID: might we be on the right path? Might we get closer to enlightenment? Might we get closer to salvation? Or do we perhaps live in a circle-we, who have thought we were escaping the circle?

HART & KEY  •  my postcard for the PIN6 group exhibition at Nucleus Portland. The motifs of burial/unearthing have been on mind recently and I think they gradually crept into this piece as it progressed.