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Kiana Khansmith
taylor price
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we're not kids anymore.
Misplaced Lens Cap
noise dept.
trying on a metaphor

Love Begins
Sweet Seals For You, Always
styofa doing anything

PR's Tumblrdome
Claire Keane

Discoholic šŖ©
Xuebing Du
Show & Tell

romaā
NASA
ojovivo

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@amandaamazing
Zion National Park, Utah.
Coming into being
Some more opal nails inspired by @basecoat-topcoat.
āLie to me, lie with me, get your fucking fixā
got no one but myself. but what if i donāt like myself? i am just a mix of existential crises and a pot head. if i had pot right now, for instance, Iād be much happier. sometimes I want to go back to my ignorant state. sometimes I wish I never read philosophy or thought heavily about pink floyd lyrics. everyday I just wish I could stop trying to make sense of things and just let it be. I wish I could stop thinking of the point of it all. I wish I could go back to being a productive member of our shitty useless pointlesss society. But the moment I realized that none of this matters and that everything we have been told is just a fantasy and a lie, my will to keep doing this shit has gone to a negative level. Iām still trying to figure what I could do instead of being a part of this society.but so far thereās nothing. thereās no point in escaping the society either. perhaps the most reasonable answer is to create things for my own satisfaction but quite honestly dying just really seems a lot nicer easier and sensible option. I know you wouldnāt get my logic behind it completely but I really donāt see any point in living. I donāt care much about my parents or friends. My friends are just people I smoke up with. It ends there. My parents and I have a very strained relationship and itās only still alive because we are related by blood. My dad, for one, is not the nicest human ever and his ideals do not match mine at all. For most part, Iād say he is a bad person. So is my sister. And I would abandon them most likely if I had the option to do so. Perhaps there are 3-4 people who care about me and I care about them but well, itās going to die out some day and Iāll be the only one remaining in the end and so it doesnāt matter. It all comes down to me just having myself and I donāt want myself. Iām not killing myself any time soon so donāt worry about that (you probably didnāt) but well it doesnāt change the fact that I do want to die. Thereās no point in writing this either but then again thereās no point in not writing this. whatever bye
Ive never read something so accurate to how I am feeling in this very moment. Fuck.
Happy. High. Stoned.
by Emily Taylor
Cloud Forest near El Cedro by Andreas Stephan