HalbhoheHalluzination

art, amour, liberté, démones

[dispatchesfromtheclasswar]

[sevaria]

Always Recycle ♻️

[wizardpostsdotorg]

only kind of m/f pairing i care about tbh.

[wizardpostsdotorg]

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[micaxiii]

[inkskinned]

something about how when they talk about the end of the world, what they mean is - the world ending for them, finally. the results of their actions piling up to gather behind their teeth.

i always found a cruel irony in apocalypse movies: there's often a scene where white pretty women cry while putting their children into an emergency vehicle. the husband will do something stupid, kiss his wife, say goodbye, and push her into safety while giving his life.

in the real world, while our air is on fire: nobody is kissing the women and children. nobody is worried about saving them. there is no real movement for child poverty. no real action taken about school shootings. black women and trans women and women like me - we don't even fit into the picture. cleanly erased from the movie.

i think these men maybe watch these movies and picture themselves as the last stand of humanity. the last bastion. that they would face down the end without turning away.

it must be nice; to only worry about being a hero in extreme circumstances. that for you, it's a tuesday - and for me; the boat has been a long time sinking. it must be nice, that you and yours can look away and wait for the end of the storm. to chew popcorn and watch protests and snort - why do these people always freak out about any small thing?

it must be nice, to think: the world as-it-is doesn't need any saving.

[maximkiz]

This could be us. But you ain’t maxim.

[animatedtext]

[tearstainedwrists]

[sa-dnesss]

[smackmybxtchup]

[understands]

[halbhohehalluzination]

Now it's up to me to pick up the broken shards and make them whole again.

[neonartwork]

[recaption]

[halbhohehalluzination]

I had a dream about you. That hasn't happened for a while now. Strange, how you unwillingly manage to keep a foot in my life. Or am I holding on to you?

In my dream, i wanted you to speak honestly. You didn't. You hid behind your faces and jokes and empty phrases. You attacked me, for living my life, for trying to trust someone again, for letting someone else into me again. You wouldn't manage that. You looked exhausted.

I loved you, i truly did. You were the first man ever to whom i said that, and in all honesty. I was so sure of my emotions. You didn't have the same. And now, i can barely remember a reason as to why i liked you besides your looks. Am i over this? Over you? Or am i just pushing my feelings away again, packing them neatly into a dark little box, hiding it in the deepest cornee of myself ao I don't have to look at it any more.

Yea, actually i think I'm doing exactly that.

[halbhohehalluzination]

I can't do this all on my own, no I'm no superman

[honigimohr]

“Krass, was mit der Zeit passiert - wie schnell man den Kontakt verliert.”

— Mark Forster - Ich trink auf dich (via deutsch-rap-poesie)

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