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┆彡 Lost in aggressive fantasy
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Idk who needs to hear this but sometimes you really are just being lazy and you need to do the things you really don't feel like doing otherwise you'll never get to feeling better mentally or physically
A relationship where y'all fuck like mad but dance in the kitchen at 2AM making brownies
nothing but love for this man
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PLEASE LOOK AFTER MOM, kyung-sook shin, trans. chi-young kim
kill me. put a knife in my skull, break my neck in two, poison me, strangle me, shoot me, beat me to death. i don’t care, just take me out of this shit world. i deserve nothing more than the blackness of death.
“I dream of blood in deadly massacres. I dream of you.”
— Channing H.M (via de-morte)
‘Mary Magdalene as Melancholy’ by Artemisia Gentileschi, 1622-1625
Mexico City, 2019
it really pisses me off how easy it is to get sad and then how long and hard it is to get happy again like what the fuck man thats not fair
i want art galleries and libraries and museums. i want walks in the park and cosy little cafés and rain hitting the stones paving the road. i want white shirts and plaid pants and punk patches sewn on jackets. i want bike rides to the bookshop, jumping on a random bus and just seeing where it’ll take you. i want pretty sunsets and foggy mornings, cold wind and golden rays warming me up. is that too much to ask?
“What is human existence? It turns out it’s pretty simple: We are dead stars, looking back up at the sky.”
— Michelle Thaller
sometimes i think about how constellations are an entirely man-made construct and don’t actually exhist inherently in nature. i mean, the universe just gave us stars, and we saw art and myths and stories in them. the capacity that humans have for seeing purpose in the incidental makes me realize just how lonely we are on this planet, desperately searching for meaning elsewhere in the universe.
I wish I didn’t have the constant fear of being left