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obsessed w this nail art by @manicures.nyc
A smell will bring me back. It will take me right back
I don’t think it has to be sad. I think sad is something we assigned to death for an evolutionary advantage. But I am not just biology, so I want to attempt to flip that narrative. I hope that it wasn’t scary when you died. I hope it brought you peace. I hope that you were right about what you wanted and that it made you feel better. Or that feeling nothing was better than what you were feeling. I sure miss you on this side of the veil, but I hope that your death was not in vain and that it did bring you the solace you wanted. I hope it means something to you, wherever you are now. I miss talking to you and I miss your hugs and I miss listening to dream theater in your car, but if that’s the price to pay on the event that death is what you needed, then I will pay it for you. You can just owe me one for next time. Save me a pickle shot on the other side or something.
I hope you knew I really adored you
me: *trying to take my socks off but they keep getting stuck on my heel* oh fuck. goddamnit.
the extractor fan in a bathroom in Norway that has an intrinsic link to my spirit: *momentarily whirs louder*
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“It Happens Again” ⟲ Loose lines echo across sketchbook spreads
This was in Sioux Falls South Dakota! The green sky is caused by large hail stones within the storm refracting back green light to the observer.
More pics from that day
that last one is where Courage the Cowardly Dog lives
I miss josi and i wish i could talk to him
You changed me for the better
I miss josi and i wish i could talk to him
Living is literally not worth it but I keep going anyways
Sitting at the edge of my world wondering what it could have been, knowing I’ll regret wasting this time but not being able to help it anyways. Part of what will be is wondering what could have-could have been. And this is the exact moment in which I need sedatives. Coulda coulda coulda coulda been but never will
fucker talk with me