tragic starlet energy

hes like i’ll leave you with this image and im like i will draw it

hans-peter feldmann, "pictures of car radios taken while good music was playing," 2004 (via)

doing a shoot where you're boymoding like fuck looking sexy miserable rocking a mustache-bob combo sitting on a urinal and on the back of the shirt this photo is on it has a misspelled version of your birth name that nobody has called you familiarly in like 15 years in pink swoopy letters. right.

g: um...we have a- so there's this um...there's this one-eyed feral cat, that um, lives with us at our house and um it's a really beautiful thing because um...just saw this cat outside the front of the house, what like, 2 years ago, maybe a year before the pandemic and then um...we started feeding the cat outside, getting friendlier with it, and then um, slowly but sure the cat would actually let us touch her and then the next thing we figured out is if we went to this one indoor-outdoor kinda garden room thing, which is a really awesome room....it's-it's wha-whatever...um. there's like a- there's like...anyway, if we left this little space open for her she could get in and we would start leaving food for her- ANY-FUCKING-WAY...in the pandemic she entered that room and came to live with us. [crowd cheers] and she brings us DEAD FUCKING RATS EVERY DAY! [crowd cheers] and i pick them up. they are gifts! [crowd cheers]

day 728

false. he would never let YOU into his sacred crypt. meanwhile im inside his sacred crypt every night

justin borucki, 2004. album shoot. my scan / view more here

I am kissing this photographer and the lighting tech SO hard rn

PLEASE LMAO