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Christ almighty I've been thirsty

[naramdil]

there’s a creature in my chest and at all times she’s banging a drum and shouting “GUILT! GUILT! WE LIVE AND DIE WITH GUILT!” 

[264571956-deactivated20210621]

friendship IS romance : 1. / 2. / 3. fleabag / 4. / 5. / 6. / 7. / 8. a little life, hanya yanagihara  / 9. / 10. 

[middleschoolpunkphase]

[inahiddenplace]

[somethoughtseeds]

[onlydoll]

“Well, of course I’ve tried lavender. And pulling my memory out, ribbonlike and dripping. And shrieking into my pillow. And writing the poems. And making more friends. And baking warm brown cookies. And therapy. And intimacy. And pictures of rainbows. And all of the movies about lovers and the terrible things they do to each other. And watching the ones in other languages. And leaving the subtitles off. And listening to the language. And forgetting my name. And feeling the dirt on my skin. And screaming in the shower. And changing my shampoo. And living alone. And cutting my hair. And buying a turtle. And petting the cat. And traveling. And writing more poems. And touching a different body. And digging a grave. And digging a grave. Of course, I’ve tried it. Of course I have.”

— september is a weary month, yasmin belkhyr (via wildflowerveins)

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[sixalien]

The Origin of the World

Gustave Courbet

1866

[zmije]

[jamesusilljournal]

Caterpillar of the Saturniidae Moth

[artrefineries]

“extremely dont eat me”

[anthropwashere]

caterpillar (bass boosted)

[dwergas-deactivated20180817]

college professor: ba ba ba bo bo go… be bo be ba bo… bebo? bogos binted? ba be bo ba…

me: (sitting in complete furious silence arms crossed and frankly about ready to heap my fucking lid)

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

hi folks. this post always seemed familiar to me for some reason, even when i saw it the first time. i only just figured out why, it uses a message i sent to my brother two years ago

[artist-vereshchagin]

The Doors of Tamerlane, 1872, Vasily Vereshchagin

Medium: oil,canvas

[endless-unfolding]

The beauty of the world is the mouth of a labyrinth. The unwary individual who on entering takes a few steps is soon unable to find the opening. Worn out, with nothing to eat or drink, in the dark, separated from his dear ones, and from everything he loves and is accustomed to, he walks on without knowing anything or hoping anything, incapable even of discovering whether he is really going forward or merely turning round on the same spot. But this affliction is as nothing compared with the danger threatening him. For if he does not lose courage, if he goes on walking, it is absolutely certain that he will finally arrive at the center of the labyrinth. And there God is waiting to eat him.

—Simone Weil, from “Forms of the Implicit Love of God: Love of the Order of the World,” in Waiting for God

[heavensghost]

World of tomorrow, Don Hertzfeldt

[6thlovelanguage-deactivated2020]

when jenny slate said there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who she is

[snapsicle]

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[ohbutwebestmakepeacewithit]

david shrigley