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don't ever look up what your childhood friends are up to now!!!!!!!!!! like girl you're a nuclear safety engineer. i put on matching socks today. we played tag a thousand years ago.
David Cronenberg in behind the scenes photos from The Fly (1986)
Ideal work schedule:
I show up and am given a list of cognitively engaging but achievable tasks
I complete the list
I leave immedietly
Dew on a spider's web in the morning.
ada limón, ‘salvage’ // broken social scene, ‘anthems for a seventeen year-old girl’ // v.e. schwab, ‘the secret life of addie larue’ // lorde, ‘ribs’ // my search history // @/delicatethunders, tumblr
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‘Foxes Meeting at Oji’ by Utagawa Hiroshige, 1857
I'm getting too comfortable with sadness; it scares me. Grief lives inside me like my childhood self. I give her the love she never had until it overflows into a flood of tears but she's still afraid and I don't know what to do anymore. she gets further away in moments of happiness and I'm scared of letting her go. so i cling on to sadness like a child in a crowd afraid to get lost; afraid of the unknown.
— 𝓜𝓼. 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮