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@karinaperez
We’re A Good Match
All I have ever wanted is a close group of friends. All the friendships I’ve ever had, have been surface level. No matter how vulnerable I try to be. Im grateful to have sisters. I don’t know how I would live otherwise.
i had too much shame instilled in me at an early age to post thirst traps
I feel so out of control. I can feel my friendships slipping through my fingers. And I don’t know how to stop it from happening.
I so desperately want to move to a new city. To one where I won’t know anyone. Where I’ll be forced to make new friends and create new traditions during the holidays. Where I’ll be too far away from my family to feel obligated to spend the holidays with them instead.
I finally understand why people develop nicotine addictions. I fucking hate my life too.
Daisy Parris (British, b. 1993), Survival Poem (After Dorothy Parker), 2021. Oil and collaged canvas on canvas, 200 × 180 cm
Installation of William Adolphe Bouguereau's “Dante und Virgil “ (1825)
New favourite object category: Matchsafes!
Most acquired in 1978, Gift of Stephen W. Brener and Carol B. Brener
From the Cooper Hewitt Museum, Department of Product Design and Decorative Arts
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Cy Twombly, Bacchus, for the "Safety Curtain" project at the Vienna State Opera, 2010.
i always find myself back on here when i've hit a new low. i'm sad again. hard to get out of bed. hard to find any purpose.
on top of it all, i feel so lonely. i feel like i give, and give, and give, and just never get anything in return. and i'm not saying that i only give to receive, but i would hope that when i'm low and desperately need help, that someone would be there to at least listen or say that they care. no one ever does, and so i really just don't find a purpose.
i've cried to the point of making myself literally sick. i've had a migraine for the last 7 days, which turned into nausea, which in turn has made me call in to work.
i'm so fucking sick of everything. i hate everything. i hate everyone. i hate myself.
A huge 19th-century pediment, rescued from a wrecker’s ball, dominates the library of architect Charles Moore’s house and holds in place the two-story wall of books behind it.
Inside Today’s Home, 1986
my life feels so out of control and directionless lately. i have never felt sadder and have never hated myself more than i do these days. i can usually pull myself out if it, and can at least fake liking myself, but i cant fool myself as of late. ive been on the verge if tears, every single day and i hate that i cant pinpoint what is causing me to feel this way.
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