it's Halloween! 🎃🍂

Burn Lake 3 by Carrie Fountain

Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction

Joy Sullivan, from "Late Bloomer", Instructions for Traveling West

It reads, "You are, what teachers call, a sensitive child. Everything hurts. How other kids always shout in primary color instead of pastel. The way clothes seem to understand everyone else's body, but never yours. Once, you get your name written on the board for forgetting your homework. When the bell rings, you can barely stand. At noon, you find shame, Saran-wrapped in your lunchbox, next to the turkey sandwich. / / In high school, no one asks you to prom and you lie on your back listening to records in the living room until your mother switches off the lights. You don't know yet that loneliness grows you a heart luminous as a luna moth, velvet, pea green. That all those days eating lunch in the bathroom will turn into poems. Days spent in the stands or as the understudy. All your intricate losses, your wrong nose and terror of locker rooms. These too will become metaphors. Every morning you watch the day seep through the blinds. Each hue passing through you: soft mauve, slow peach, muted gold." End ID.]

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

Alan

i really love the colours hehe. це нещодавні фото, а останнє, то після дощу :D

Erik lost at chess guys, be nice to him

idiots (affectionate)・[12/?] ⤷ 1.14 — “Gender Bender”

The X-Files, s5e14

Poem by Denis Johnson

This is how their first meeting went

The X-Files – 4.02: Home

Art by hoon