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when I die put me in thigh highs and throw me in the sewer
Everything is more real in the Fall and Winter. Everyday physical things like food and trees and wind and sofas are more immediate, Iโm more conscious of my body in a good way (less dysphoria, less drifting out of it or dragging it around, and more just plain inhabiting the thing). And the less physical world is more real, too. Thoughts and stories and abstract concepts have more weight and presence.ย
Thereโs just more of reality in the dead seasons than the bright ones.
Off the shoulder cloaks are gay, so jot that down
*minor inconvenience happens* i am dying, egypt, dying
Such was what I knew of existence. And now I felt that it was not enough. I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon. I desired liberty; for liberty I gasped; for liberty I uttered a prayer
Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontรซ (via soracities)
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how real is your relationship on a scale of creating a robot version of your dead best friend bc youโre gay for him af to fucking in a tent while it burns so you can literally kill god
Fox in the snow (Source: http://ift.tt/2gsWYVM)
I canโt believe tomorrow is Christmas 1st
lessthanfocusedagain, Dead Orchard, 2016
I like your energy. I love your legs. I long to see you.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West. (via thelovejournals)
Brain: oh you're going to go talk to strangers today?
Brain: here's enough adrenaline to run away from 10 lions
Me: please stop
You will listen to me. Listen!
Fireworks in reverse