Strange Love

Kelsey Brookes:

love this.

Stolen from a photographer I love, Kris Kidd



highschool is as highschool does. you’re unimportant to me. we’re not friends, and we never were. not your fault, i’m unattainable. i built a wall, and let three in. fuck the rest of you. i’m a first class hologram spitting blood at your feet. not as easy as i seem. you can look but you can’t touch. scapegoat, the highest frequency, the sound of my name whispered in a hallway. followed with a strain of unintelligible descriptions of disorders and prescription medications, daddy issues and intravenous drugs. who are you? FUCK. i don’t know your last name, and i can’t spell your first. you act? you dance? you sing? fuck you. you’re nothing different, and nothing special. you’re going to go to school, and on your downtime, you’ll serve shitty food to shitty people for a shitty paycheck so you can pay shitty rent for your shitty apartment, which will remind you just how shitty you are. fuck your friends. and your family. and this game. seems like around here, everyone gets a chance to live down their mistakes but me.

Mercury

Yosuke Ueno:

We are Little Haunted Houses

Jeremiah Ketner:

Having fun isnt hard when youv got a library card.

Vicki Nerino: