Monday, January 31, 2011

love'll get you like a case of anthrax

...and that's something I don't wanna catch. Or do I? I think I might. If love means being in a family with matching toggle coats and red balloons, then I think maybe Yes. But if it means being the teenage relative/lover of Balthus, then I think maybe No. Wait, maybe the other way around... fuck love.
  I don't know where I came across any of these images. Except one, a photobooth picture of me with some dude I hate now. Some of them I've had hanging around for years.

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