[carnivalofruust]

This is a place where I feel warm and safe. I feel unknown and unnoticed or undercoverd and nobody knows me. A place where I can vent and open up my mind about everything I want without feeling heavy and guilty about it.

[carnivalofruust]

It’s all coming back like a huge destructive wave. There’s no way I could escape. All I need is distraction. I need sound. Loud sounds to break the thoughts I’m having about you.

[unsubconscious]

Mia Bergeron, The Empty Room, 2016 Oil, 50.8 × 40.6 cm

[eliminated]

[carnivalofruust]

Aaaaaand yet again, I just want to crawl into a corner, form a ball from my body, and just wither away

[unsubconscious]

Eileen Agar “the Angel of Mercy” 1934

[philomena-famulok]

©Philomena Famulok

feeling of guilt / mixed media, 2020 

[freddieardley]

The broken shore interrupted photographed by Freddie Ardley

[carnivalofruust]

There is poetry in tragedy unread..

[alliebringsthepop]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

[albarrancabrera]

“Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.”

— Frank Herbert, Dune

[trulyvincent]

Norwegian Coast by Moonlight Andreas Achenbach - 1848

[carnivalofruust]

When does it all ends? Maybe it’s not even normalcy I crave, but I sense of belonging to something somewhere. Why does it feel like the earth doesn’t except me? do I have to deal with all these feelings? But why me? I feel like I’m creeping in the shadows, hiding from pain but also from beauty. I don’t fear the night, but the dawn, where life is lived and everyone but me seems to understand how to live it

[toramona]

James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

[thespilledquotes]

I think too deeply about everything. I still don't know if that allows me to see more of the world, or less of it.

— Mobeen Hakeem

[membrane]

Minor White / Pacific, Devil’s Slide, California / 1947.

[sound-dream]