probably the only person who would understand how my brain works is jack twist and he’s not real and he’s also fucking DEAD on top of everything else
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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@nataliuh
probably the only person who would understand how my brain works is jack twist and he’s not real and he’s also fucking DEAD on top of everything else
shes having a big adventure on my pee wee cause im #HERMAN
Trying to hide the fact that I’m Lana drunk on a Ke$ha type of night
“Azulejo Windows” (2017) ◨ Geometric blues meet private glass, Porto
baby girl i can get melancholic and sentimental over things you can't even imagine
the 90s-2000s were a superior time
propaganda i am not falling for:
always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.
beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines
pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact
beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art
sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity
treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins
The Kansas Chief, Troy, Kansas, October 5, 1899
lol she doesnt even know that the body is a loan or that earth is the true flesh
nha fala’ | dir. flora gomes (2002)
me when i go walking on sunny days and end up on a tree lined street and look up at the gaps of sunlight and miss you more than anything
wanted it too badly award
“Write to me always,
even if just a little,
but always.”