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@aionst
Every night lately I've only thought about illustration and ceramics.
I think about Bryon and there was something about me then.
There was a fearlessness, courageous interests. I would read every book I wanted to. I was in love with information and new ideas and expression.
I learned so so much, and I live off of that well of exhausted passion.
I have moments, hours, that I can smell it, feel it.
It's its own. I am only a radio.
Skammen (Shame) (1968) Directed by Ingmar Bergman
Thanks, I hate it.
coffee and cashews
London, 1975
02.28.17
I’ve somehow managed to keep most of my shit under control for a long time. The wrong way. I’m exhausted with myself, with people who put up with it, with everything. My bed is a pile of clean laundry I saunter into night after night and gaze into the white noise of a comfortably illuminated screen for hours until I just give up. My problem with alcohol is real, despite the fact I continue to live my life with relatively no severe damages, I know that I’ll have nightmares and cold sweats if I go without it. But what’s worse is that I did that, I went through it, the sweating, the crying, the nightmares. And I still continue to drink because in some twisted part of my brain I always think those few days “cure” me. It’s happened more times than I care to admit. The only way for me to get out of this is to either remove myself or prove that I can go without/ ACTUALLY suck it up. I feel like I have no one to talk to, but I’m not sure who I’m supposed to miss.
Earth (Jean-Michel Basquiat, 1984).
Marcia Xavier - Niemeyer Toboga
Heading home.
Source: Awwww Pets
Ines Perkovic
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It’s some double standard, over exaggerated yawn; a reverie for who you were ten minutes ago - the sound of chewed cotton. Your faith escaped me, and it was perennial and full of breath.
