Cracked, lips.

.

[nmsys]

[flakinglips]

Well, this is what I look like now.

[flakinglips]

I don't know who is still on Tumblr...but I hope some of you artistic fucks are still around

[flakinglips]

Third off, fuck the public and fuck you.

Free the nipple

[flakinglips]

3 years later, fuck the public, fuck the police, free the nipple.

[death-box]

[understands]

[flakinglips]

Still so close to me, hearing your voice all the memories come flooding back. Ones that we make together in my dreams nightly. There is always a chase, I am always coming for you, for you, for you. 

This hacked up, dismembered part of you. I don’t know how to be honest, is the truth. I’ve been healing, separating myself, learning to walk on two feet again. But the internal workings of my tender heart and brain have been mangled. I feel incapable of anything that could be a scrap of you and I. These are all things I’d like not to admit. 

Thinking about you, I don’t know if I’ve really healed at all. Distraction, distraction, distraction the last several months. Feigning happiness? Truly exploring? I fill my day to day, I’m not as anxious. But I feel as though I am missing a part of myself.

[andrewbreitel]

[darksilenceinsuburbia]

Illustrations by  Aykut Aydoğdu

you can also find me @mary_bu__

[drowninginblack]

[meanassmentality]

I’m a sucker for affection and someone who can’t keep their hands off of me

[a-ltrove]

[2000-lightyearsfromhome]

[artchiculture-deactivated201901]

© Dorothea Lange

[nevver]

Run from Fear

[phaxes]

Alexandre Cabanel - Detalle de “Ángel caído

[gh0vlz-deactivated20221002-deac]

// Singularity //

[hideous-armor]

‘Slow’ by Jesse Kanda