the way being employed keeps you from video games and other various activities is so sick. genuinely demonic
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the way being employed keeps you from video games and other various activities is so sick. genuinely demonic
There's a difference between a young scared kids perceived anger, and one who has witnessed the repetitive disappointment of their own mothers failures.
My anger isn't young and scared. My anger is older than time, it's the cycle breaker, the protector of my younger siblings.
You may have hurt me and I forgave because all I wanted was your love, but you will not hurt them, for they already have my love. They don't need you.
âThose who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made, or by dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.â
â Alan Cohen
I think the once thing I always find so beautiful is smoke, and fire, but specifically watching those white whisps dance into the air.
They seem so free and light against the cold atmosphere of my unforgiving room. Even with the fan on, and my window open they still dance so happily.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; âYou are on the floor cryingâ
â vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to vĂ©ra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)
Yi Lei, Mother
Yrsa Daley-Ward, Bone
Vance Joy, Mess is Mine
Ilya Kaminsky, Deaf Republic
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
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Gustav Klimt, Fulfillment
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
Hao Jingfang, Invisible Planets
On intimacy/love
Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Mohammad Shaheen, from Almond Blossoms and Beyond; âNow, after youâ
âcreatureâ, halfâąalive // Fliegeroffizier, Karl Alexander Wilke // Vicious, V. E. Schwab
yk what i wanna do? i wanna share my clothes with him, like i wear sweatpants on the weekends so i would go bat shit crazy if i saw him in them, oh and hoodies, oml iâd just steal them immediately when he says itâs okay, oh and letâs not forget about shirts, i have a small/medium frame so him wearing my shirts would look like a crop top on him probably, but me in his shirtsâŠooooo that would be interesting, iâd want him to go crazy seeing me in his stuff :)
I have been super busy with work projects lately, so here's a study from My Neighbor Totoro that I managed to finish in between.
Yrsa Daley-Ward, from bone; âwaiting for the check to clearâ
âBut then it passed, as all things do.â
â Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
///VENT///
Being around the group of people I usually hang around is starting to genuinely piss me off.
Like, they don't deserve the fucking title friends because they can't respect my boundaries. And maybe, if I give them the benefit of the doubt maybe I'm in one of my bad months so everything is more irritating, but still. You can't go around being a fucking asshole to people and not expect consequences. This group has the audacity to complain about being kicked out of our usually eating spot and not being able to own up to the fact that we were loud and lost those privileges. BUT when I do something wrong they all want me to take the blame. Or hell, when this group does something wrong I'm the first to save our sorry asses and don't even get a sorry, or thank you.
I can't wait to get out of this shit town.