Secret

"He desires love, in some special way, against all perversion, fed with fruit of decay. He remembers, how the guilty have seen, all the pure but selfish, buried deep in his dreams."

Save My Soul

My new motivation to post more.

Ghosts.

Fags.

Again.

Baby Steps.

Love Will Tear Us Apart

If you want, feel free to buy me this poster.

"When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again"

This Is The Room, The Start Of It All

Routine hanging with friends.

More and more visits.

My raw feet make every step I take miserable.

I only smell blood from the cuts in my nose.

Flew kites with The New Yorker and Eli.

And a present to myself.

Control

Go watch it.