Cofferson

Perhaps I romanticize this state of loneliness so much that it becomes too beautiful.

[37q]

*girl on the brink of self destruction* i miss academia

[local-deadpoet-deactivated20260]

so unfortunately college isn’t just about performing ancient greek rituals with your friends

[urfavoritedcwhore]

“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

[whimsifae]

[dirafames]

[ther0sesared3ad-deactivated2025]

The urge to learn every language and play every instrument and travel the world and live through every historical time period and be a writer and a poet and an actor and

[whimsifae]

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

[mattiesgf]

oh how I keep thinking of how tartt would write me if she ever did

(it's never happening)

[betryl]

Do you think that while Francis is a very careful driver because he's anxious and overly preoccupied with his safety, Henry instead drives fast and recklessly because he never really valued his life that much and doesn't even care about getting hurt

[todestriebtheorie-deactivated20]

every narrator is unreliable bc ontological truth is non-existent and therefore unattainable

[thoodleoo]

surely this fun coffee drink will save me from my immeasurable exhaustion

[diabetic-homeless-hookers]

[existingwithintheunknown]

It’s blood.  NYC artist, Jordan Eagles, works solely with gallons upon gallons of blood obtained from a slaughterhouse.  By manipulating the blood through heating, burning, aging, mixing with copper, adding foreign materials, and then encasing it in plexiglass and UV resin, Jordan is able to capture an array of organic designs.  His large pieces are uncomfortably beautiful, especially when lit, the blood seems to glow against the clean white walls of a gallery.

[mahoganyamore]

she lives in the poetry she cannot write

[vermillionbedfellow]

i love every character in the secret history. they're all freaks. they're all alcoholics. they're snobs. they deserve nothing but the worst. i adore them. i want to study them as if i were a mad ornithologist and they were rare, cantankerous, bastard birds.

[flowerlygirls]

i have so many hobbies and interests but each day the four horsemen (instant gratification, shortened attention span, procrastination, exhaustion) grab me by the throat and shake me until i collapse in my comfy bed

[cherrygazette-deactivated202408]

oh my god and it never ends.

[orpheuslament]

Herakles, Euripides (tr. Tom Sleigh)

[strokeofserenity]

Ocean Vuong, Night Sky With Exit Wounds.