one of my favorite, if not my absolute favorite, Araki photo
Odda Magazine #1 “Rules Outside Feelings” // Bradley Soileau by Aline & Jacqueline Tappia
panicking bc idk how i’m gonna afford anything next year when i’m not working lmfao
It always starts the same, with a clatter of a handful of sek on the grimy tiles of a laundromat, spelling out your mother’s name on the counter. You wait for your underwear to dry with an open mouth, counting the dead flies on the ceiling. Ett, två, tre. Skim loneliness of the top of cold coffee, filled with none-fat milk and not enough sugar. You pinch the skin between your nails and feel it cling. Seven in the morning, washing the dishes and watching a foreign sunrise through kitchen blinds, wanting to remind your new parents that you were still there, scraping plates with a irrational sense of longing and clutching piles of blunt kitchen knives to your chest. You rearrange plastic flowers on the kitchen table and walk away with fingers smelling of dust. You wear clothes that don’t fit because nothing in these places belongs to you, because even your memories are used and your dreams the property of some trembling, transitory state, making nightmares out of bus stations and journeys with no end. It starts with the same dream of you sitting on an abandoned bench, watching trains run over your toes and trying to drink from the same empty coffee cup over and over until your wrists start to creak. You hear your mother’s voice calling over a collision, a train wreck across the tracks of your swollen ankles. To you, her voice is catastrophe.
something sweet: a nightdrive to synthpop
"Cars can have a hypnotic effect. You can get in a car and get out and not really remember the trip. When you drive, you can kind of put your identity aside in the passenger’s seat, because you’re not being watched, and you can just be the watcher." —Ryan Gosling, on Drive