Ego Runia.

"I am burning in Hell. The Hell of myself." Charles Bukowski

His work makes my heart ache.

His book, Equus is something I turn to when I want to die. It proves to me that there is still beauty and soul left in the world.

For me, this is what photography is about. Capturing the soul of its subject, whether it be animals, buildings, people, landscapes. A photo without soul is dead.

More than any other photographer, Tim Flach’s work stuns me to my core. Parts of his work hurt me to my core to look at. It’s like photojournalism of animals. But it inspires me and makes me want to devour the pages, to touch the subjects, to be part of their intimate moments.

My copy of Equus has stains from tears when I was desperate to see something beautiful, and seeing some of the images in their muted tones and rich emotion were overbearing.

Although his aesthetic and subject matter are extreme in their difference to my work, I find his work both a quiet and violent balm to the desolation that corrupts my brain.

(Source: timflach.com)

Finally a whole skull outfit :D

Finally a whole skull outfit :D

Today, warm in gay sweater, drinking chocolate milk watching my new addiction, Bates Motel.

Today, warm in gay sweater, drinking chocolate milk watching my new addiction, Bates Motel.

In the end, no matter how much pain you are in, no one gives a fuck.

Humans are so callous it makes me ashamed to be one.

Self portrait.

Self portrait.

Dog Fashion Disco - G. Eye Joe

I love this song so bad.

When my back stops being a cunt I need to learn this on drums.

The beginning drives me crazy I need to learn it.

Unsettled.

I wish I could hug you right now.

I miss the feel and scent of you.

You know who you are.