i’m samael—“venom of god.” i’m 22. he. married.
i am miserable here, but life goes on and so will i.
i share what i want, whenever i want to. (: i do not care about others lol.
simple navigation in the tags. sideblogs:@unxsnt and @op1vm.
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i’m samael—“venom of god.” i’m 22. he. married.
i am miserable here, but life goes on and so will i.
i share what i want, whenever i want to. (: i do not care about others lol.
simple navigation in the tags. sideblogs:@unxsnt and @op1vm.
denial
(excerpted from Leila Chatti's poem: "Tea", published in Missouri Review)
Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss by Antonio Canova
by Sappho
Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out by Richard Siken
To Fanny Brawne (13 October, 1819), John Keats
The Kiss, 1907 by Gustav Klimt
The Meeting in a Dream, Jorge Luis Borges
Holy Things in This World, Emery Allen
You Are Jeff by Richard Siken
“Please, in all this muddle of life, continue to be a bright and constant star. Just a few things remain as beacons: poetry, and you, and solitude.”
— Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf, January 8, 1926
nostalgia is funny
Me realizing I’m still dealing with all the same exact issues I was dealing with in 5th grade but I’m a woman in her 20s now
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice
"I CANT HANDLE THIS" *handles this*
"I CANT TAKE ANOTHER DAY" *takes another day*
you can't even say "get a job" to people anymore because the market is so bad they'll be like ive applied to 400 jobs over the past 6 months
“you can’t hate ICE agents for wanting a fat paycheck” ah yes. people who are willing to disregard all morals for cash. congratulations you played right into their hands you uneducated piece of shit
you couldn’t pay me an amount even feasible to do this evil shit. you are lower than dirt
— Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
I am the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know