waiting room

26 | Kurd | trying to survive dental school

[tordenvejr]

there is no audience to perform for, there is no approval, no admiration to attain. there is no role worth playing, there is no one to convince. let it go

[naturalbornbiter-deactivated202]

i hate that being emotionally unavailable is so associated with masculinity. which is why i must stay emotionally unavailable. for feminism.

[sloppjockey]

latent geology. oil painting from 2022

[tunisian]

the craziest thing about being alive is that you have to live with other people’s interpretations of you

[dilfbogarde]

emotion (1966) dir. nobuhiko obayashi

[mybigbleu]

when joan didion said we are fatally drawn to anyone who offers a way out of ourselves

[nnnorthaaafrican]

Morocco. Amazigh women from Zaïan tribe singing Ahidous in traditional attire, Haut-Atlas, 1934/1957.

Jean Besancenot.

[beloved-icarus]

You want me to use anti-ageing products? The thing that killed Dorian Gray?

[laurier-rose]

Survived another family dinner of being called “the ugly sister”

[arsanimarum]

ELEKTRA by Sophokles, tr. by Anne Carson

[lanaspepsicoke]

[allsadnshit]

I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache

life just goes on no matter what

[laurier-rose]

When he introduces you to a new artist and you really start to like their work and listen to it almost daily but you know you guys will never work out so every song has a tang of bitterness

[laurier-rose]

Is this a safe space to admit, it’s getting bad again 😗

[diabolicalrat]

Babe you’re so delusional you belong in a Dostoevsky novel

[wedarkacademia]

[metamorphesque]

Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible. 

Carl Jung, “Memories, Dreams, Reflections”

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. 

Franz Kafka, “Letters to Milena”