my ephemeral dawn leaves me all a flutter and hum, spastic and rambling to myself. things are heavy. alles ist schwer. we’ve been here before, and hopefully we will never return.
I say run star child.
(via -> Blair Prentice)
Limited edition yellow Antony and the Johnsons vinyl from End of an Ear.



A collapsed underground river where I plan to float the rest of these oppressive summer days away. Some recent inspiration: