What’s this? Eucyclodes gavissima aka Oriental orange banded green geometer moth. Exquisite, yes?
ethel cain for the face magazine
shot by moni haworth
Lake Mungo x Wrestling in Dirt Pits - Ethel Cain
Pulaski, New York
built in 1896
Ahn Jong Yuen (안종연) 1. EclecticStills, 1995 2. 빛의소리 [Sound of Light], 1999
i miss the lana del rey sad girl daddy issues cigarettes smudged mascara doc martens fishnet socks the 1975 troy sivan iphone 5 highly problematic tumblr
writer’s block (dry) = no desire to write, no ability to write (bearable)
writer’s block (wet) = HUGE desire to write, no ability to write (very evil)
i want to live on his tongue, build a home of gospel
Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems, Dulce María Loynaz, tr. by James O’Connor ( @feral-ballad ) | Farewell, Arthur Hacker | Death Wish, Josh Alex Baker | L’Amore, la Morte e Il Sogno, Roberto Ferri | The Torn-Up Road, Richard Siken | The Fall (detail), Alan Stephens Foster | The 17-Year-Old & the Gay Bar, Danez Smith | Scene of Deluge (detail), Joseph-Désiré Court
ok honestly this is probably such a stupid rant but i've been thinking about it for a few weeks now but like. nobody takes anything fucking seriously anymore. it makes me feel so crazy and annoyed because i am constantly bombarded by jokes constantly. it’s not even just me, i see it with literally every artist across multiple genres and mediums. and listen, i LOVE to laugh and i love funny shit but like. we are in an irony epidemic. there is such a loss of sincerity and everything has to be a joke at all times. the number of times i have to read the same stupid shit like "yes you ate that like isaiah ate ethel" over and over, it makes me SO mad. it's not everyone obviously but it's such a huge portion of the people who engage with me online and in real life that it's truly inescapable. i feel like no matter what i make or what i do, it will always get turned into a fucking joke. it's genuinely so embarrassing. i hate feeling like im constantly complaining but i'm honest to god so turned off by so much of the way people engage with the shit i do and with most things in general. it's so beyond frustrating. i am so stressed out already anticipating the stupid shit i'm gonna have to see about perverts lol. it literally makes me never want to share anything again, i miss when i had like 20 fans who actually had something interesting to say in response to what i was making. I HATE IT HERE
sun bleached flies by ethel cain + gerard way as joan of arc
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(she/they) nihilistic rat and melancholic cockroach of the underground.
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