Liking people can make you feel high and alive but it’s also terrifying, feelings can change in any moment. Some days I don’t feel that it’s worth it and other days I just can’t let go of him
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Liking people can make you feel high and alive but it’s also terrifying, feelings can change in any moment. Some days I don’t feel that it’s worth it and other days I just can’t let go of him
tracey emin, various
The Cherhill White Horse, June 2015.
Isn’t this where the teletubbies lived
Life is strange 2 is better than the original
I often wish I was sitting in the back garden of a cottage in the early 2000’s with old toys everywhere and broken off dolls heads.. something about that environment would please me a lot
a series of photos i took in the smallest town ive ever known and loved
Ah shit I like someone again
mood
Lost in nooks of my mind
selfish dismissals of lukewarm curiosity
those merely grasping reality can distill this isolation
lips alone block this abstruse wisdom
with open and shut eyes I see hued sculptures cultivated by perception
replicas unknown to another yet still shared between minds, dreams
a curse some would say
I revolt the claim
our sense of wonder impelling whispers
whispers unlike the dull cruelness seen through dead fish eyes
unavoidable gaze, fired
cretins laying enclosed in tanks, they who are unable to see past the foggy glass landscape
It can’t be helped
a strange mess, beautiful mess we have created
hope without words distilled within
don’t suffer the loss
together we reach, we hurry
before the gray, gray concrete takes us
and all we see is darkness
999.
This was 2 years ago...I was literally sitting in a night club while writing this
Still holding on to hope that it’s ok I don’t do a lot because I’m “young” but we’ll see how that works out for me.
Some mornings the sun slips over the horizon like a penny slips out of your pocket.