Something is not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it—living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor I would keep falling. The enormity of my desire disgusts me. - RICHARD SIKEN, “BIRDS HOVER THE TRAMPLED FIELD”
Hermosa rana azul bebé. via #TW Imágenes Curiosas @CuriosaImagenes
Stages of a forming bruise.
Color Trends 2017 Color Palettes by Erika Firm
Agustin Lampreia, Adeline Jouan and Paul Barge by Fanny Latour-Lambert