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âmy neighbour totoroâ music box
"time heals all wounds" WRONG. time is chasing me with a knife
what's the mood
Everything Iâve Ever Let Go Of Has Claw Marks On It
bad guy: *lowering me into a pit of piranhas*
me: just so you know that pool is not big enough for them at all and they also don't have any foliage to hide within in order to feel safe and by the way you obviously haven't been feeding them enough if they're ready to rend the flesh from my bone, the water looks scummy, and your pulley system looks extremely unsafe and none of your goons are wearing PPE despite the jagged spikes and open leaky pipes and-
bad guy: *frantically lowering the crank faster* please just die
this is like if perry the platypus was the villain and heinz doofenshmirtz was the secret agent
Me, age 10, doing an essay on the pharaohâs curse for school: huh. So this archeologist that died and everyone thought it was because he disturbed the pharaohâs tomb actually died because he used a rusty razor to shave and it infected a mosquito bite. I can see how people could come to that conclusion, but it is a bit silly
Me, today, shaving my mosquito bite-ridden legs: I must tread carefully lest I incur the pharaohâs wrath
I procrastinate so much that I have a gaping hole of dread inside my chest where I think my other emotions are supposed to go. unless a potential employer is reading this, in which case I donât do that & I have all the normal emotions that human beings have & I love capitalism
what are your twenties if not an endless string of the ghosts of who you thought you would become
it's okay to start over. (and over, and over, and over)
i'm halfway through now and dying for the second time. forgive yourself for it. as many times as it takes.
really strange how you can be almost at peace with something that happened to you but it will continue to be a defining moment of your life for the rest of your life. you wont think about it much anymore but in a conversation about a film someone will mention the year it was released and youâll think to yourself, âthat was before it happenedâ and youâll see an old photo and think how strange it is to have existed before it happened and somehow itâs like living a life in two acts
A Chinese Water Deer taking a swim with her fawnÂ
Photograph by  Hans Watson
Letâs take a swim with mama
he thinks he's being so smooth with his little face on my leg. i SEE you, villain
ONLY bcos loves u. love u DESPITE ur dinner actually
on my way! to live yet another day in my fucking life.
what if you wore a shirt that featured a picture of you trying to claw your way out of the shirt with a horrid desperate expression and the text "THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME I'M TRAPPED IN THE SHIRT"
when the spring evening sunlight hits and you can be productive at six in the evening instead of dissolving into goo. fine. i guess the sunlight is powerful or whatever.
highly recommend keeping a small portrait of a historical figure who met a grisly end on your work desk. for perspective.
me: oh thomas cromwell, we're really in it now. every day i get emails.
the postcard of thomas cromwell i keep on my desk: i was on committees with the duke of norfolk. and they beheaded me.
me: yep. good point.
me: cromwell. cromwell this post has got too big and famous and people are starting to misunderstand me on it.
the postcard of thomas cromwell i keep on my desk: oh no! you achieved too much fame and status? and now people are misrepresenting you? should we strip your lands and title? have you been beheaded?
me: YES ALRIGHT FINE
watch out when listening to new music! it will sound like the month and year you discovered it in probably forever
Today My Mother Died by Sophie Calle