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An update of my face, bc selfies are cringy for me to post anywhere else so I'm just gonna leave em here 🤷♂️
“The less you eat, drink and buy books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorise, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save – the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor rust will devour – your capital. The less you are, the less you express your own life, the more you have, i.e., the greater is your alienated life, the greater is the store of your estranged being.”
-Karl Marx
karl marx said shop till u drop bitch
froocking mood of the YEEeeAar!!!!!!!!
As a past Florida resident, I fucking love this
the pinnacle of comedy
kirby youre doing amazing sweetie
“I know that I am ruined and that I’m ruining others…”
— Fydoror Dostoevsky, from The Complete Works; “The Insulted and Humiliated,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
I'm eating spiralized beets in the fashion of spaghetti, with Turkey sausage
So strange but delicious
I don't think you're supposed to eat them hot
Taste like purple hot dirt spaghetti mmm
I'm so happy and fortunate and full of love
What a wiggly strawberry macaroon !
i need to get better at coping with things outside of my control
maybe focus on things that aren't me
that's a start
thanks, larry, for liking an old ass post cus now I've rediscovered old poetry and music I used to post
I put my makeup on in the driveway And you’re just a segway
I do my hair in the drive-through And you’re just a pass-through
I’m a last-minute, leaving messes in my wake, hit it Person with “no vacancy” lit
I don’t need you and you hate that You’re the butt of the joint, baby, smoke that
I’m nothin’ but a dirty beach rat And you hate that
“Your relationship with yourself sets the tone for every other relationship you have.”
— Robert Holden (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
“I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now I’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out.”
— Unknown (via bl-ossomed)
it finally hit me that my childhood home is gone as well as ever spending time with my parents the same way again
I would often drive the 7 hours home to visit them and my dad would turn on the decorative Christmas lights that ran around the border of the porch and fry up the grill
we'd drink and laugh and eat good food and watch some movie while my parents would bicker at each other for talking or not hearing some imperative dialogue
they never had the healthiest relationship and neither did we. but things between us matured into a friendship in the last couple years
I cried last night for the first time since learning of their divorce over a year ago
throughout my childhood I always thought it would happen. i expected it. the threats of divorce seemed like they were imminent. my mom's mental stability never seemed like it would stabilize. they never were going to have sex or be in love or stay together. but they did
and the realization came to me last night when I thought about visiting my mom
how it will never be the same. she's across the country now and they sold their house at home
my childhood home
in my childhood neighborhood with all the trails I explored and the forests with creatures for finding and trees for climbing and the neighborhood pools and the graveyards to walk through and the cops to run from
it's all gone
i'm lucky i had them and that they were together and that things got healthy but it's all hit me
The look on the red toad’s fucking face I can’t breathe
ITS ABOUT TO BE A WHAT
TOAD FIGHT