Some studies of my neighborhood at dusk
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Some studies of my neighborhood at dusk
Today: take your time a mood drawing by Saskia Keultjes twitter
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here are some poorly drawn cats that hope you’re having a better day.
Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell in a letter. Such beautiful advice. (via arbors)
romanticization of mental illness on Flickr by Kelsey Weaver.
Stills from Requiem for a Dream (2000)
don’t remove the caption or change the source, please. this is my own writing and i’m tired of people trying to steal it and people self promoting all over my post after removing my words. thanks. ~imoffsoon
Oldboy (2003) dir. Park Chan-wook
Scenes From The Suburbs (2011) dir. Spike Jonze
"I wish I could remember every little moment, but I can’t. Why do I only remember the moments that I do?"
"Consciousness is a terrible curse. I think. I feel. I suffer"
Being John Malkovich (1999) Spike Jonze
and I know I speak like my heart was broken last night even though it happened last January, when I thought I was numb from the cold but I was numb from you and sometimes everything you left behind cuts into my tongue and I find myself choking up your name even though it’s been 3 months since you’ve called and I’m not sure how your voice still plays in my head when I can’t even remember how it sounds and there are scars and bruises all over me that I could’ve sworn had faded but everyone looks at me like I’m about to collapse and sometimes I kiss boys who grab me like they want to break me and I let them because there’s nothing left to break and sometimes they taste like you and I used to smile like I wasn’t empty but you’re stuck in my head and in my heart and underneath my fingernails and I’m so sorry but you can’t stay here
I’m a collection of unsaid goodbyes and thrown up 3 AM “I miss you’s” (via extrasad)