[goth-queen]

[electricsufi]

This doesn’t feel like my body. Someone flashing their brights on me. A spider on my head. Disorientated. Gabapentin. A lot of it. Manic episode. Shame. An end. This doesn’t feel like my chest. My gut feels like it weights more than a home. It weighs as much as our home we would have had. We would have had it. My heart has never broken like this. I need to go home. I can’t look at this place anymore.

[nevver]

Desires lost, Time photos of the year

[nevver]

The cold sleep itself was dreamless, Giorgos Galanopoulos

[nevver]

Magic forest, Jean Mallard

[mindy-fit]

[shorm]

This is supposed to be motivating, but mostly it just… comes off as slightly threatening.

Just do it. Run. Because of what’s out there. Right beHIND YOU DID YOU NOT HEAR ME RUN

[sorchaception]

[eldritchwyrm]

[ex0skeletal-undead]

The Beast, traditional ink and paint by Koshchei.mrtl

[nevver]

[nevver]

Back to school…

[bobbole]

Vivienne Westwood

[heavy-serenade]

Jackets from Vivienne Westwood MAN Fall 1996 ‘Martyr to Love’ Menswear Collection

[feather--fall]

you are just mad because you are angry

[respeitaminhahistoria]

fonte: x.com

[electricsufi]

Can’t eat or function again. Nice

[undr]

John Simmons. Window Writing, Chicago, 1968

[electricsufi]

Just screaming into the void again.

[undr]

George Edward Malindine. Fog in London. 1936

[nevver]

Glimmering, Amy Friend

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