by wolves and other beasts

•abbey / 24•

[podencos]

a woman will be 28 or whatever and all the 24 year olds are in shock like “no fucking way I seriously couldn’t tell. you don’t look near death at all”

[ispyspookymansion]

i love you cloudy skies i love you 60F/16C temperatures i love you cool winds i love you dewy grass i love you lake and oceanfront breezes i love you rain i love you light jacket weather i love you springtime i love you late fall i love you middle ground temperatures forever

[aadatein-deactivated20181011]

putting your girl’s necklace on for her is peak intimacy

[androidboy]

i have no object permanence about myself. if i’m not in anyones eye sight i assume i have ceased to be. finding out people remember i exist, think about me, and even talk about me when i’m not actively in front of them is startling news every time it is brought to my attention

[body5000-deactivated20180929]

im 12 years old sitting on my bed reading it’s midnight it’s summer my window is open the crickets are very loud but very soothing my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. im 12 years old. the feeling never goes away.

[oozins]

1937 state park

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

If I Could Sleep Deeply Enough: Poems, “Insomniac’s Prayer” by Vassar Miller

[ID: Oh, who will unsnarl my body / into gestures of love?]

[gaysie]

I’m like a haunted house but i’m a girl

[there-is-still-some-liquor-left]

a body count not as in homicide nor as in sexuality but as in the trail of people from my childhood and adolescence i should’ve been a better friend to and taken better care of but i was too busy being caught up in my own heartache to recognize their own and therefore our relationship tapered off in an extremely unsatisfying way that continuously manifests itself as a thrumming sense of grief in my chest. anyway which restaurant chains have the best free pre-meal bread?

[ajsicienwosocndjw-deactivated20]

i hate that opening other peoples mail is illegal. I wanna see

[engardetoreador]

aren’t we all just trying to be morticia addams just a little bit

[malkavian-rights-activist]

Some of us are trying to be Gomez actually

[engardetoreador]

honorable. respectable. where would we be without you

[gaysie]

depression or whatever is soooo embarrassing oops i ruined a large chunk of my future because i just didn’t feel like doing anything for a while . Epic Cringe babe...

[maybuds]

honestly it’s almost like our generation is set up to be lonelier & more anxious & more insane like imagine already being 20/30-something, the period of your life where you’re expected to be “at your prime”, in the middle of a climate crisis and a pandemic, under late-stage capitalism’s celebrity culture that conditions you to be as likeable & “marketable” as possible, where it seems like every lived experience should be watchable/profitable. & you look at the future you’re supposed to be working hard for & all you see is climate catastrophe meanwhile you scroll down a little & see a skin care ad that’s like “fight aging”. i haven’t said anything here that hasn’t already been said by someone else, but imagine being 20/30-something & normal

[wedarkacademia]

Virginia Woolf ― Orlando: A Biography

[goreprofonde]

“THE BODY was found       haloed by flies—& I looked beautiful

in their thousands of eyes.              Didn’t I?”

- Michael Wasson, A Soliloquy Would Imply That the Stage Is Empty.

[angelslant]

walt whitmans i contain multitudes quote was specifically about me and my ability to romanticize cooking with my friends while also experiencing burning anger over anyone being in the kitchen at the same time as me

[engulfes]

'“It’s the little cruelties that get you,” she told him. “Never the big hurts, the pains you can point to, and say, ‘Oh, I see this bruise,’ but the wounds that you can’t even tell are there until one day you are eating a bowl of fennel soup or sunbathing on the deck of the pool and you can’t move, you can’t do anything, because you think, Well, something is dead in me, what has been done to me, and why did I allow this to happen? And now, and now, and now…”’

- Regina Porter, The Travelers