trouble boy

keepin it weird and anxious

[weepingwidar]

Thomas Bils (American, 1993) - I Am Never More Serious Than When I Am Joking (2025)

[bakwaaas]

the thing is I just need to become perfect and then I’ll be loved

[metamorphesque]

Absolute Lyricism, E. M. Cioran (translated by Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston)

[redlipstickresurrected]

Valeria Duca (Moldovan, b. 1995, Chișinău, Moldova, based Washington DC, USA) - The Shoe Rack, Paintings: Oil on Canvas

[thunderstruck9]

Reuben Paterson (New Zealand, 1973), All I Want to do is Thankyou Forever (Pavo Constellation), 2024. Glitter, acrylic, Pacific pearls and Japanese freshwater pearls on panel, 36 x 24 in.

[weirdgirlvampire]

[apocryphics]

but! we! cannot! simply! sit! and! stare! at! our! wounds! forever!

[gost-ghost]

i really cant stand being me anymore holy shit

[leguin]

i would like…to no longer be sick

[heavensghost]

The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us!

[grasswaves]

more cleaned up version of that thing i posted yesterday

[heavensghost]

But he took my shoulders and he shook my face, And he takes and he takes and he takes

[demiiwhiffin]

huge if true

[minhamemoriasuja]

“Lonely boys in paradise” photographed by Butu Bilikhodze

[kafkasdiariies]

Venice, a View of Campo Santi Giovanni e Paolo (detail), Antonietta Brandeis (Italian, 1848–1926)

[mangacapsaicin]

juushichi masumura’s children of mu-town || 増村十七の『ムー・タウンの子供たち』

[de-touched]

“There’s actually no such thing as an adult. That word is a placeholder. We never grow up. We’re not supposed to. We’re born and that’s it. We get bigger. We live through great storms. We get soaked to the bone. We realize we’re waterproof. We strive for calm. We discover what makes us feel good. We do those things over and over. We learn what doesn’t feel good. We avoid those things at all cost. Sometimes we come together: huge groups in agreement. Sometimes we clap and dance. Sometimes we look like a migration of birds. We need to remind ourselves—each other—that we’re mere breaths. But, and this is important, sometimes we can be magnificent, to one person, even for a short time, like the perfect touch—the first time you see the ocean from the middle. Like every time you see the low, full moon. We keep on eating: chewing, pretending we know what’s going on. The secret is that we don’t. We don’t, and don’t, and don’t. Each day we’re infants: plucking flower petals, full of wonder.”

— Micah Ling, “Bon Iver: Holocene” (via weltenwellen)