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I've never figured out how to make it better. I don't think I ever will. And I'm so tired of being in this world.

#😞😣#i wish things inside me would die or break and then regrow or be rebuilt into something better #but no #everything just dies or breaks and stays that way #i just cant stand it

Dammit, I just spent an hour writing about a dream I had and how it felt. And who it was about. .. just to have it all get deleted by accident. Fucking technology. I'm so tired all the time.

#i have so many other things i need to do #but just wanted to soend time getting some feelings out #cuz im falling apart

Twenty One Pilots - Routines In The Night (Official Video)

#Youtube

Twenty One Pilots - Oldies Station (Official Video)

#but really all their videos from this album give me such nostalgia from being in my 20s and goofing off with little adventures around ohio #Youtube

Twenty One Pilots - The Craving (Jenna's version) (Official Video)

#Youtube

don't ever let them take the stars from your eyes.

hellsgate-roadhouse

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bogsleep

"LNK Infotree", art installation by Lithuanian artist Gintaras Karosas.

Fluffy hair season is underway

#not even close to its final form

#solar eclipse #2024 #april 8th #roadtrip #daytrip #chase the dark #see you again in 20 years

Off to go chase the dark

dappermouth

Strange roadside buildings where you shouldn’t ever go.

#always

I realize I don't listen to music very often anymore. And then when I do, it hits so hard I can barely breathe.

#bog of thoughts

Slow Me

For 3 or 4 nights in a row I had vivid dreams about you. Just hanging out or talking. The second to last one, I was chasing you through a labyrinth where you kept leaving me little clues until I found you. A tall and wide concrete maze of rooms and hallways lit by flat panel florescent lights. Clusters of people here and there dressed in Sunday clothes.. or maybe business attire. The lower floors is where I followed you to, where the dress was more casual and the large foyers more dimly lit and vaguely smelled of smoke and herbs. Laying across a dark sofa, a small figure in black clothing. I crept up and called your name softly, "is that you?"

"No"

"Oh, sorry"

"That's okay, I'm not mad at you"

But of course it was you. I gave an uncertain, dopey smile, and you smiled back before I woke up.

The last dream we said goodbye. You drove up to my house, and we hugged and chatted in the driveway. All smiles and laughs. You said you were going on a long trip and didn't know if or when you'd be back. I wished you luck.

By the time I came back here to send you pictures of the early spring, you were already gone.

#bog of thoughts #the girl from the mountains