I could care.
I could get high.
when you’re dead to me,
you’re dead to me.
and that is all you’ll ever be.
Jean Michel Basquiat
Collection of Alexis Adler
The only thing you’re doing when you stare into a mirror is looking backwards.
we’re addicted to denial and distractions. we react to pleasure and pain in the same fashion. thin line between madness and manners with no axis. shapeshift vices into safe havens with no access.
"…Part of the mechanics of oppressing people is to pervert them to the extent that they become the instruments of their own oppression."
this is how I exist.
i need winter like i need a hole in the head.
a pretty face is nothing but a cover to a book.