The Langlois Bridge at Arles with Road Alongside the Canal, 1888, Vincent van Gogh
Medium: oil on canvas
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The Langlois Bridge at Arles with Road Alongside the Canal, 1888, Vincent van Gogh
Medium: oil on canvas
My yard is full of lovely things.
I don't post often anymore but I feel like shit yall 1)School is falling through and I might have to take summer classes to get my diploma. 2) My plan to move into my own crib or whatever got ruined so, hello again parents. 3)Of course there's money problems involved too. 4)Overall I just don't even have anyone to talk to because my only real friend has more important people in their life other than me. 5)My boyfriend who I have been dating for a year now is a complete ass wipe and I feel absolutely trapped because I could do so much better but I'm just a big fucking pussy. All he wants to do is fuck and I don't even remember the last time he told me that he loved me. YALL I can't even make the right decisions for myself. I'm so tired and just lost. I understand that other people have it way worse than I do but mannnnn....
youre not a real gamer if youve never played purble place
say something im giving up on school
me: feels sad for literally 5 minutes
me: doesn’t go to school, calls into work, impulsively buys shit i don’t need, ruins all my relationships
Paulo Campos
a handshake, an apology stolen before spoken a gaze, a gratitude robbed of tenderness (of yours, a secret)