Museo Jumex, Mexico City, El Techo ,  2014


“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”

—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle


play cruel angel’s thesis at my funeral so that the intro will trick people into thinking it’s some sad gospel but when really it’s a groovy tune that will make them jam out around my grave


plants take over a pool
(i snuck into someone’s backyard to take this hahah)

i wish i didn’t feel so terrible about the way my body looks it’s literally something that’s on my mind at least 90% of the day and it’s not even like I can exercise or diet bc none of that will help bc of my hormones ugh it makes me so mad

Titan aka the Mermaid Moon





if you were a twin in ancient rome they would name the firstborn and then name the secondborn after the firstborn


if your older twin’s name was geminus, your name would be anti-geminus

that is the equivalent of naming your children steve and not steve

so what happened when triplets were born 

Steve, Not Steve, Definitely Not Steve.

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