[wovi]

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the ladies’ home journal, sept 1948

[meerschweinchen-archive]

your twenties are Also about discovering that you’re not a bad person in all the ways you believed you were but you’re a bad person in completely new and exciting ways

[werenotreallystrangers]

the longer you avoid it the louder it gets

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[song-for-an-unborn-sun]

Grief, Theodor Kittelsen

[achillesinhighheels]

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West

[djglory]

realizing nothing can fill my void other than doing everything i said i would do for myself

[corpse-toy]

plausible deniability remains highly erotic

[corpse-toy]

let's convince ourselves that this is okay. let's rely on technicalities to exonerate ourselves. let's avoid looking what we're doing in the eye. let's live under its shadow, both aware of what this is but unwilling to say it out loud, since that will shatter the careful illusion we've built

[winged-thinged]

You have to let people love you. You have to let people get to know you. You have to let people help you. Being so completely selfless that you try to erase yourself off the face of the planet and never ask for anything and reject everybody's offers of support makes you very hard to love! Unfortunately. Emptying yourself out of everything that makes you, you is not actually what your loved ones want from you, generally. They want to make you happy! They will be so so sad if you don't give them the chance. It's not all selfish. I promise.

[stuckinapril]

Truest thing ever unfortunately

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

In the Mood for Love (Wong Kar-Wai, 2000)

[haverst]

source / Haverst

[feral-ballad]

Carrie Fountain, from Burn Lake; “Experience”

[typodescript]

[text: When I think of everything I've wanted I feel sick.]

[kosmogrl]

learning not to return to places where I miss the past but see no future

[cursedblush]

yakuza fiancé - chapter 25

[seaymph]

“I think I am the victim of a dream.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955 (via violentwavesofemotion)