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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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shark vs the universe
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trying on a metaphor

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the word "content" hits my ears like a slur
“She wasn’t crying because of the life she led: because, never having led any other, she’d accepted that with her that was just the way things were. But I think she was crying because, through the music, she might have guessed there were other ways of feeling.”
— Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star
‘Everything in this life is a hallucination, until we wake up when our time comes….’, @sonofglitch.jpg, 2020
xantheyo
Photographed by Willy Vanderperre for A Magazine curated by Haider Ackermann
Ph. Petra Collins
it's Tuesday all day today and there's no known way to prevent this
pre-traumatic stress
i pull out my handgun and shoot myself in the head and the bullet flies cleanly through the hole that was already there from when i shot myself in the head last week
I have so much to say but no words
Hubert Solczyński
Laura Nieto - Septiembre (girasoles), 2020
You got a favourite dinosaur?
I have nothing
“A savage desire for strong emotions and sensations burns inside me: a rage against this soft-tinted, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, and a mad craving to smash something up, a department store, say, or a cathedral, or myself.”
— Herman Hesse, from Steppenwolf (via thatkindofwoman)
There is always something to learn, there is always something to love