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just getting played in my face
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you could be irritated as fuck and here comes your dad playing spanish church songs in the car
Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student
no amount of meditating or doing yoga or journaling or planning or to do lists or affirmations can distract me from the deep sadness I feel before going to bed
always in a mad mood my outfits always suck my makeups always cakey my hair never dry right always forget to put on my earrings always always always
Benois, Alexandre, 1870-1960. Costume design for the ballet Petrouchka.
MS Thr 368
Harvard Theatre Collection, Houghton Library, Harvard University.
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I miss a boyfriend I donāt have
āWell-run libraries are filled with people because what a good library offers cannot be easily found elsewhere: an indoor public space in which you do not have to buy anything in order to stay.ā
ā Zadie Smith, Feel Free
I wish I could stay inside my head forever
A liontail macaque from The Zoogoer v.13:no.6 (1985).
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I wish I didnāt obsess over the smallest things people do, I always get so upset so easily
āWas it the voice of a demon? It did not take me long to discover that it was my own voice, the voice of my superego guiding my dream like a pilot with nerves of steel, it was the super-I driving a refrigerated truck down the middle of a road engulfed in flames, while the id groaned and rambled on in a vaguely Mycenaean jargon. My ego, of course, was sleeping. Sleeping and toiling.ā
ā Roberto BolaƱo, By Night in Chile
'The Witch' by William Mortensen, 1900s
always daydreaming always in my head