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Who tf is this man? He’s perfect
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@mother-monstrosity
This still goes so hard. Literally in love with it
will always reblog this
Never not going to reblog this.
Who tf is this man? He’s perfect
“I’ve been to this place before. I’ve felt this pain before. I know because the cracks on the walls of this black hole feel all too familiar. Why does it hurt more though? Shouldn’t it hurt less as I’ve experienced it before? Why haven’t I grown a tolerance for this pain? Why haven’t I learned anything? How did I end up here again ”
— Like a moth that is always flying into the flame.
“There was a time where I used to feel comfortable alone with myself. But lately, I’ve been feeling an overwhelming loneliness. And it’s not because I am missing someone’s company, it’s because I’m missing my own.”
— Rose
Meryl streep & Goldie Hawn photographed for Death Becomes Her (1992)
im finna appropriate
fuck you i’m going to be happy just to spite you and when i’m good - and i will be good, i’ll get my feet under me and won’t stop running - i’m going to make sure every hand i extend is a kind one and when people examine my scars and say how did you get out i’ll say. i made myself a bell-tower and taught song to my blood and made light by the fire of my own heart in a place that was only anger. fuck you. i’m going to offset this by resetting my life in new echos, all beautiful blue nights and sweet mornings.
you and i aren’t pompeii; there’s nothing poetic about the way we fell apart there’s nothing beautiful about the mess we made
(cc, 2019)
I swear I am more wolf than woman anyway.
KTB
I want to write, but all I can do is think.
KTB
a shitty vent
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“God, if I could make money off this memory I might just give you everything.”
— Michael Lee, from The Only Worlds We Know