Sadness so heavy I can’t cry
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Sadness so heavy I can’t cry
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I don’t think money will make me happier, but its the only goal I can think to care about right now
i think we should just be able to use counterfeit money. like who cares
"oh boo hoo i cant accept this" well. i worked really hard on it
Similar to the colors of my apartment. I remember when my home made me happy.
I haven’t been on tumblr in ages, but I need somewhere to go to talk about my depressing thoughts. Does anyone every feel so disconnected? Half the thoughts running through my head are so basic, life is simply filled with sad cliches.
But yeah I feel disconnected. I cannot think of anyone to call or talk to that would possibly make me feel better. I should pray more I suppose, but maybe waiting for silent answers makes me feel even more hopeless. I’ve had a fantasy for years of having a clone of myself. Narcissistic, I know. But my dream nonetheless. Just an exact replica of myself to talk to, to be best friends with, to date even. I would be perfect for myself and we’d understand each other and never cross the wrong lines in our relationship.
Today that thought crossed my mind and I didn’t even want to see myself. I don’t think I could even connect with my clone anymore. I don’t make eye contact with myself in the mirror anymore. Actually all of the mirrors around my apartment depress me. Most people have a habit of glancing at themselves when they pass a mirror as did I. Lately I’ve been training myself to not glance over, not examine or analyze because I know I’ll just turn my head in shame.
its fun to draw cats when you dont know cat anatomy
They look normal to me
cats don’t know what anatomy is either
King of the Hill will always be relevant.
‘’yall need to chill’’ says me, who isn’t chill, not even a little bit.
Sharon Tate, photographed in her Paris hotel suite by Jean-Claude Deutsch in October of 1968. The cast on her leg is the result of an accidental injury she sustained when she fell out of bed.
Chef (2014) dir. Jon Favreau