The Odyssey of an Anonymous Slacker

Loner, dropout, perennial couch-surfer, tragi-comi fuck up, aspiring author... Searching for myself, in spite of myself, and just trying to survive.

[candacebanning-blog]

I loved my wounds, not because they hurt, but because they were like a gun in my pocket. They gave me a power that no one knew I had.

Necrophilia Variations, Supervert  (via funeraryfaerie)

[love-personal]

[coeur-de-la-nuit-blog]

[peira]

Otto Modersohn:  Alte Obstbäume hinter dem Haus (1931)

[rubyetc]

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

ITALY. Rome. Lovers at a church next to Fontana di Trevi. 1984 Thomas Hoepker

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

[danielodowd-deactivated20170124]

[-hope-for-the-hopeless-]

[achel-ois]

You are allowed to grieve the years you lost to mental illness. You’re allowed to be mad that it happened to you. You’re allowed to pine after the person you might have been had it been different. But don’t let that get in the way of your growing into your new self and following a wholly new path for your life.

[wednesday7evening]

Frida Kahlo - What I Saw in the Water (1938)

[shyracoon]

wow

[love-personal]

[ghostlys]

[outsh]

[mrplatypusblog]

[signalbeast]

“I bring word from the swamp prince, the old pacts shall be honored, muster your forces at first light…”

[induccionalahipnosis]

[nevver]

How to Recognize and Handle Abnormal People, 1960