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@estrelare
I am once again begging you to get your hands on physical media and/or save your fave stuff OFFLINE.
delightful news: there is a well known local seagull that apparently hurt his wing when he was younger and learned that if youre injured you get free food from humans. so now people keep catching him exaggerately limping around the supermarket carpark and flying away once he gets what he wants. a seagull grifter. i love him.
adulthood is weird because there’s simultaneously so much grief and so much joy
literally
Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you're falling to the floor crying thinking, "I am falling to the floor crying," but there's an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you're on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn't paint it very well.
Richard Siken
I thought, this is what grief reveals: that love is full of mistakes.
A.D. Lauren-Abunassar, "Soliloquy" from Coriolis
Hannibal (2013-2015)
Richard Siken, "Three Proofs," War of the Foxes
i hate men. so much. like. i can't stop thinking how humanity is doomed to fail due to our exaggerated hunger and greed. all i've seen these days is ugliness, and i i've gotten so tired of it already. why are people so malicious, so vicious? why is that some people have the same nature as a weed - to destroy and poison everything around and why do i keep falling for it? hoping everyone will have, in the end, a good heart or the minimum sense of empathy at least
when i get sad, i want to remember those yes - those lovely eyes of an innocent child
the overwhelming feeling of sadness sometimes when someone treats me with kindness
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
Richard Siken was right. There are boxes in my head and I move them around pretending it changed something
What is a ghost? What is a painting? yes and yes, the same answers. Boxes open. Boxes shut. Boxes taped and splitting
once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
I hate every single one of you fuckers that have reblogged this shit
My life has been a shit. Of course i will reblog you, lady
"Mirror" by Rita Dove