I can feel it with every fiber of my being that no soul shall or will be delivered upon this earth through me.

titsay
we're not kids anymore.
taylor price
ojovivo

if i look back, i am lost

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hello vonnie

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$LAYYYTER

Andulka
Mike Driver
Three Goblin Art
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

shark vs the universe
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Cosimo Galluzzi
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Stranger Things
Sade Olutola
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@bananamoonana
I can feel it with every fiber of my being that no soul shall or will be delivered upon this earth through me.
one day, i'll go offline forever
Your perception is your own, guard it well.
I’m tired. I think i need sleep but this isn’t physical.
I’m tired of people.
suddenly i don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because i always yearned for someone to understand my soul.
May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
being at peace with something you thought would ruin you is so satisfying
Truths
I miss japan. I miss the Hokkaido soup curry. I miss the smell of the air. I miss the vibe. I miss the cute stuff. I miss the grilled fish! I miss seeing cute snacks at the train station.
So, your life. There it is before you – possibly a road, a ribbon, a dotted line, a map – let’s say you’re 25, then you make some decisions, do things, have setbacks, have triumphs, become someone, a bus driver, a professor of Indo-European linguistics, a pirate, a cosmetologist, years pass, maybe in a family maybe not, maybe happy maybe not, then one day you wake up and you’re seventy. Looking ahead you see a black doorway. You begin to notice the black doorway is always there, at the edge, whether you look at it or not. Most moments contain it, most moments have a sort of sediment of black doorway at the bottom of the glass. You wonder if other people are seeing it too. You ask them. They say no. You ask why. No one can tell you.
A minute ago you were 25. Then you went ahead getting the life you want. One day you looked back from 25 to now and there it is, the doorway, black, waiting.
— anne carson, gloves on!
How all these ladies can have a flat stomach, I really cannot fathom.
Do you… eat??