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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

if i look back, i am lost
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SCHITT’S CREEK + a little bit iconic
RÊVERIE PARISIENNE
Oumie Jammeh at Dolce & Gabbana FW 18
The ancient Greeks once believed humans once had four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces. We were happy. Complete. So complete that the gods fearing our wholeness would quell our need for worship, cleaved us in two, leaving our split selves to wander the earth in misery. Forever longing. Longing. Longing for the other half of our soul. It is said that when one half finds its other that there is an unspoken understanding. A unity. And each would know no greater joy than this.
The Half of It (2020)
(1,2,3,4,5,6) // moodboard for @mydays
we’re asking the real questions tonight theydies
Portia Zvavahera - Ndinewe (I’m With You), 2016
The ex-apartment of Luca Guadagnino, in the town of Crema, Northern Italy.
I don’t ‘zone out’. Being zoned out is my default state, and I occasionally zone back in to check how things are going.
sometimes its just like *street lights reflecting off the wet asphalt at night* maybe life isnt so ugly after all
Adulthood isn’t bad, it’s just the labor of maintaining your existence under capitalism in isolation that sucks
when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest
oh hey sorry I’ve been distant lately…. I’ve been really busy having a brain that is bad
From “Dream Girl” collection of poems by Clementine von Radics
people ask me what im into im just like um idk quiet things alone things
please stop sending me typo corrections about my posts. I don’t proofread before I publish them because I am too sexy and cool
a year ago when I talked about language exchanges and tried to say that French boys had taught me how to SAY fuck but I forgot “say” and I posted “and they taught me how to fuck, obviously,”
I had to either die right then and there or stop caring, and I chose to go on.