It could have been—it didn’t have to be obscene. I was prepared. But it’s this, is it? No enigma, no dignity, nothing classical, portentous, only this—
Every time I remember something stupid that I’ve done my face just reacts
So I’ll be in the middle of a conversation and I’ll think of something and suddenly
(via knittinandbitchin)
Amanda Nelson collected 40,000 pieces of junk mail, folded and bundled them together.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
