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@ang3lov3
beehive covering a statue’s head
maarten inghels
she butterfly on my effect til i (gravely serious) everything could have been different
Daily affirmations:
-I can make my OC a worse person
-I can make my OC more miserable
-I can make my OC more repressed
-I can give my OC more issues
-I can make my OC more self loathing
-I can give my OC new fears and insecurities
i like to laugh and joke but always remember that i am damned
i can be so normal about knights. come closer
it’s the devotion and repression and also the armor
missing him like he's my husband who got drafted and never came home to me </3
i wish i was a cishet guy so that i could start a podcast and go to the gym and allow that to fulfill me spiritually. but instead i have these visions
im extremely devout but nobody can figure out what im worshipping
live by the sword die by the sword. sleep by the sword. eat by the sword. fuck by th
once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see
—Virginia Woolf
““Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
— Anaïs Nin (via thelovejournals)