Skinny Little Enemies’ new EP is out today! take a listen on bandcamp and be on the lookout for physical copies.


Skinny Little Enemies’ new EP is out today! take a listen on bandcamp and be on the lookout for physical copies.

"I like you like I like the dark. Why would I want to defeat it?"

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#and then he dies #and she starts killing people

Not to mention the whole damn town gets cursed

he doesn’t just DIE, he’s lynched because the Gaston-equivalent sees them together and the whole town is horribly racist and that’s why she starts killing people


I can’t believe how book 3 ended, leaving sooooo many questions. I’m so stoked for book 4

the only time I follow my gemini horoscope

the only time I follow my gemini horoscope

The Microphones - I Felt Your Shape
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I Felt Your Shape | The Microphones

I felt your fall
Your winter snows
Your gusty blow
Your lava flow
I felt it all
Your starry night
Your lack of light
With limp arms I can feel most of you

it’s that time of year again

And it’s not that I’m so unhappy I don’t want to live any more. That’s not what it feels like. It feels more like I’m tired and bored and the party’s gone on too long and I want to go home.
Nick Hornby  (via bdmar)



Where did the summer go?


i’m standing on the precipice…


it’s a cliff that i’ve prayed on before/ so much so that despite the fact that i don’t know if i believe in a god or gods anymore my fingertips they bear callouses/ my palms they bear callouses from pressing together so tightly/ i pray hard when i pray.

i’ve often thought that this maw in front of us was the end of everything/a darkness that consumed all, a black hole/ do you know that we are made up of the same stuff that makes up the stars? so, what flows through us may not be   just blood but stardust?

and we are dying/ every second of every minute of every hour of every day  brings us closer to that final day that final hour that final minute that final second that final breath/ which means when we run out of hydrogen we become giants, or super giants, or supernovas/ and if not that then we are simply stars whose ill-fated courses end in collision either way/ we’ll explode. 

with this in mind i reconsider the precipice there is something beautiful in its blackness isn’t there/ something wondrous in its persistence in swallowing us all? the end of everything is the beginning of a brand new everything/ the end of this universe may be the beginning of a brand new one so that even now when my heart feels like the most congested intersection the world it is waiting.

i reconsider the precipice and so, in an effort to take part in reckless acts of self definition i jump/ as i fall/as i let that beautiful blackness take me into its folds i know that i will be okay in them/i know we, you and i, all of us/

 we will be safe in its embrace. 


Lora Mathis & Kasey Reinbold
August 2014

It’s over.

All that remains in place of a relationship gone sour is a collection of hurt feelings and angry text messages.

Things you couldn’t have said in person. Things you probably shouldn’t have said from behind a keyboard. 

T(ex)ting is a series that explores how the termination of a relationship interrupts routine, and how technology’s capacity to convert the emotional to the tangible (in the form of archived text messages) can prolong the healing process that follows a break-up.

Graphics by Kasey Reinbold
Photos by Lora Mathis
Concept / Art Direction by Lora & Kasey

"Keaton, is it morning yet?"

"No, we have a couple hours left"