You are the hole in my head
I am the pain in your neck
You are the lump in my throat
I am the aching in your heart
We are tangled
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You are the hole in my head
I am the pain in your neck
You are the lump in my throat
I am the aching in your heart
We are tangled
(Source: Spotify)
NAN GOLDIN | THE BALLAD OF SEXUAL DEPENDENCY | i-D | JUNE 2016
i’m in new york, thinking of you
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Other people weren’t yet seen primarily as potential disease vectors, but as subjects of pleasure, tender animals, hungry for care and touch, all of us lying side by side in the radiant heat.
“I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away.” - Before Sunrise
Hans Bellmer - Untitled (1934)
A regular at Le Louis IX in Paris, “Caramel” keeps a client company, May 1988.
Photograph by James L. Stanfield, National Geographic
I did not see that the game was over. I did not know the clock was running. I never lose, but I do run out of time. It turns out this was basketball and not baseball.
excuse me as i keep thinking about this photo
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