by skinpistol
There's a word for these photographs and i can't quite find it.
Haunting seems too easy.
There's something more happening here.
Something languid and grotesque.
But beautiful and with a saturated ache of desolation.
A surrender of some sort.
A lack of air.
I don't know.
Maybe there isn't an adjective to describe exactly how i feel when i see these images.
And that is both infuriating and wonderful.
Listening to: Xylos 'Darling Dearest'
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