Forgive me, I am soft and warm, but cruel and a coward, I know nothing but goodbye, goodbye
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@hypharie
Forgive me, I am soft and warm, but cruel and a coward, I know nothing but goodbye, goodbye
Every morning I pray for a crab rave and every day the empty throne of God disappoints me
ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to put no effort into my appearance
This is what it’s all about. Saturday night. At home. Switching between the same 4 apps on my phone. Getting scared.
Can you believe this shit
bullshit
come on man
we are fucked
gay meth
I have GOT to stop spending $30
its probably a normal sign for the economy that all of my adulthood fantasies are like "imagine having your own kitchen living room and bathroom to decorate" "what if i could get on a train" "maybe one day i could purchase a sturdy pair of shoes" "i should save and invest in a single bicycle"
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Michael A Davenport, 3,090 Degrees Fahrenheit (Oil on canvas, 2025)
30in x 48in
From the artist’s Inprnt:
“3,090 degrees Fahrenheit is the temperature at which sand becomes glass, in a process known as the Pilkington Process. This is not the temperature of burning; this is the temperature of becoming something.”
"your life is yours to mold" oh nooooooooo oh no oh my god. oh fuck me. no. oh my god. oh im so fucked dude.
just stressed myself out until i died
I think i’m meant only for myself
no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed