honey nor the honeybee:

dollar store mary magdalene

[kosmogrl]

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

[stuckinapril]

So crazy how you have the worst day of your life but then the next day the sun keeps shining and the air’s just a little cooler w the onset of fall and you realize that there’s nothing you can’t come back from because the only time it will ever be too late is when we’re dead and not ever before

[stuckinapril]

September mantra

[chantilly8-deactivated20241126]

[geryone]

Goatsong, Leila Chatti

[cpunkhobie]

*experiences a pivotal moment in my life that will change me forever* ok time to open tumblr

[cpunkhobie]

[wildspringday]

hey guys one day january will be over it's not today but it will be one day

[aura-eden]

Edvard Munch, Kiss by the Window, 1892 and The Kiss, 1897

[escuerzoresucitado]

[bimboficationblues]

Theodor Adorno, Minima Moralia:

Fascism was the absolute sensation: in a statement at the time of the first pogroms, Goebbels boasted that at least the National Socialists were not boring. In the Third Reich the abstract horror of news and rumour was enjoyed as the only stimulus sufficient to incite a momentary glow in the weakened sensorium of the masses. Without the almost irresistible force of the craving for headlines, in which the strangled heart convulsively sought a primeval world, the unspeakable could not have been endured by the spectators or even by the perpetrators. In the course of the war, even news of calamity was finally given full publicity in Germany, and the slow military collapse was not hushed up. Concepts like sadism and masochism no longer suffice. In the mass-society of technical dissemination they are mediated by sensationalism, by comet-like, remote, ultimate newness. It overwhelms a public writhing under shock and oblivious of who has suffered the outrage, itself or others. Compared to its stimulus-value, the content of the shock becomes really irrelevant, as it was ideally in its invocation by poets; it is even possible that the horror savoured by Poe and Baudelaire, when realized by dictators, loses its quality as sensation, burns out. The violent rescuing of all qualities in the new was devoid of quality. Everything can, as the new, divested of itself, become pleasure...

[nymphfrill]

[ineedagun2001]

end of january affirmations

im not doing anything wrong and no one is mad at me

there must be a place for me in this world because here i am

my art doesnt suck

instagram is nothing to me

[dughole]

how it feels to not believe in love anymore.

[papayajuan2019]

i'm entering the next phase of my life: tuesday afternoon

[velocitations]

blogging is far more fun when youre in the trenches literally about to kill yourself lost all hope disillusioned ab ur boyfriend distrusting all your friends isolating from family open the app reblog lana gif like textpost from mutual encouraging substance abuse. its not the same when bettering self. oh well

[filmnoirsbian]

I think leo season should be extended across all of july and august, actually. I'm tired of water sign tomfoolery in the summer. Water seasons are for breakdowns and contemplation. Summer is for serving cunt.

[stuckinapril]

I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS ANYMORE!!! continues not only living like this but in fact gets actively worse with time

[valkugo]

"You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself." Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale