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[jschrst]

Gotta stop letting things into my life that I know are just gonna bum me out 🤠

Let’s see how Long this picture lasts with new tumblr

[jschrst]

Just had one of those “ah-ha!” Moments where I realized just how shitty and fucked up my trust issues are. Ha ha ha

[pareidoliaaa]

[jschrst]

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[jschrst]

I’m literally doing everything but study (ie using tumblr) with a 630am wake up call, but at least I have this juul that I think is making me take in far more nicotine than actual cigarettes 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

[jschrst]

<<tries exceptionally too hard>>

[jschrst]

Fuck a birthday

[jschrst]

That disposable feeling.

[jschrst]

I get where this is coming from, and to end the idea that like “men make things better” (cause they don’t), but if we’re talking in a more vague sense, love really does change a persons life. It’s amazing and beautiful and tragic and shitty but mostly one of the best things that can ever happen in life, in my opinion. Either way, people on both ends of all spectrums need to stop giving so many shits.

[jschrst]

It’s weird, how come I only feel solace in being alone anymore?

[equatorjournal]

[houndeye]

Tōshi Yoshida – 1911-1995

Extension - 1969

woodblock print

[lnwolffeugene]

[equatorjournal]

the theory of tides

[allahlas]

Vancouver BC Tonight Commodore Ballroom Levitation festival 6:30 PM

[jschrst]

I need this as a print

[freesidewalks-deactivated202002]

I made some hands for my art class

[cgcpoems]

“(…) She didn’t imagine it would take so long, the breaking.”

— Marie Howe, from Encounter in “The Good Thief” (via adrasteiax)