How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?
Doc Luben, “14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes” (via buttonpoetry)

Kaledo Art

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KIROKAZE
Sade Olutola
Misplaced Lens Cap

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Not today Justin

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How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?
Doc Luben, “14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes” (via buttonpoetry)
Don’t paint my house white and tell me it’s heaven.
Guante, from A Love Song, A Death Rattle, A Battle Cry (via buttonpoetry)
the novel gravity of crippling insecurities
my fucking god it’s so hard to be poetic
my self esteem is so fucking low
may your home remind you
it is you who gets to decide where you house your pain
fragile, little home—a
pillow under your head,
your pillow and no one else’s
before i started senior year in college, the prayer i kept repeating was i hoped for my parents to be healthy and alive to see me graduate. months after that, i changed my prayer. nobody knows this, i’ve never uttered this to anyone. but i prayed that i would still be alive for my parents to see me graduate. i had always feared taking my own life because so many people love me. they’re the only ones keeping me alive and they don’t even know it. i pray the fear of taking my life to always be there.
Sean Mundy Untitled (Red Thread), 2018
maybe maybe maybe eggshells are stronger than hurricanes
Sunflowers at sunset.
reminder to self: stop asking the questions that don’t get answered
Who wants to stay in a building where the residents pretend to not see the fire bursting from its windows?
William Evans, “The Girl Who Can’t Sit Still” (via buttonpoetry)
Summerstown, South London
Niall McDiarmid
Sanity
Acrylic on Cold pressed Watercolor Paper
11.7″ x 16.5″
tired