[witchrealms]

(x)

[rrondo]

[blolleblu]

…imprese… 🔆

[fotodieter-fotos]

Nach dem Regen - oder davor?

After the rain - or before?

[andreablog2]

I love when desire leads to disappointment. It’s a classic

[falsedetective]

cake is such an underappreciated band. i can’t believe we brought back low rise flare jeans before we brought back cake in the top 40

[falsedetective]

i’m just saying cake’s music would be widely regarded as so sexy if it wasn’t for all the mariachi horns and vibraslap and the vocalist didn’t always sound like he was explaining his suicide plans to a gun store clerk in sacramento. the world wasn’t ready for them

[digital-morganism-deactivated20]

The fact that it sounds like a dispassionate reading of a terrorist manifesto is a feature

[metamorphesque]

The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky (tr. Constance Garnett)

[huua]

i think i'm sick. which functionally makes no difference in my life, since i'm so low energy all the time.

i've got a final interview for the barista/bartender position at the bookstore cafe/bar next Monday, so that'll be good. 50/50 chance of getting this job, i think, and who knows? i have an inkling i might enjoy bartending more than i realize.

i'm considering getting on antidepressants. i'm also considering moving away (again). it really feels like a classic toxic relationship, "should i leave him? should i stay with him? i just get so stressed out, but when we have fun together it's so nice..." if i get this job at the bookstore, i could probably work more shifts and make more money and pay for an apartment with normal roommates. no more co-op bullshit.

a part of me fears that whatever is wrong with me goes deeper than the co-op, that my suspicion that it's my own fault i've been suffering this whole time is true, that even if i went and lived with roommates, i would be freaking out and suffering there too because i'm just incapable of living with other people like a normal person.

i don't know though. i also have the suspicion that living at my place is uniquely horrifically stressful.

[futuremissingperson1]

[threemilk]

炊きたてのお米

[huua]

submitted my receipts at 3 in the morning. went downstairs so i could finally be in the kitchen without a million people there. took some magnesium and l-theanine with a strawberry soda. stole a chocolate pudding, three string cheeses, and a peach to hide in the bar freezer on the second floor, so i can have breakfast tmrw without having to go into the kitchen initially.

i could've sworn a moment ago i was tired but not sleepy, but as i'm writing this it's suddenly hitting me that i really did wake up before 8 this morning, and it's past three AM now. and i took no naps. i had work for eight hours and then i came home, showered, cried, read, went to whole foods to get pizza for dinner, came back home and cried some more. and then i ran into ira when i brushed my teeth, so cherry on top the whole day.

[fairycosmos]

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

[luna-azzurra]

If you're a new writer and you're asking yourself "is this too personal, is this too much, will people think this is weird" that feeling is the exact location of your actual voice. The stuff that makes you want to close the laptop is the stuff nobody else could write. The safe version is always worse. Always. I have never once read something and thought "this would have been better if it was a little less honest." go further. It's always go further.

[huua]

constant heartache from anxiety was joined by fast heartbeat all day at work, and now is joined by stiff neck muscles. classic. i probably will have trouble sleeping tonight, and may or may not have a panic attack within the next 24 hours

[zzzilan]

[niurd]

instagram.com/p/DaUhSPgiVei/

[yakusokuhoshi]

[folklorespring]

Amazing