Recalcitrant Pulchritude

digitally enhanced personality

[stukko]

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[mymindisanisland]

manifest that shit

[movedto-mysleepinpeace-deactiva]

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[lora-mathis]

When my sister asks me how I am doing and I say, I still have to adjust what I mean is, it’s been hard. What I mean is, whenever I think I know Loneliness, it comes to me with a new voice. What I mean is, it is a lot easier to stay in bed when there are fewer people to ask where I’ve been. What I mean is, every time I want to call a friend to ask for help I remember that everyone has their own wounds to tend to. What I mean is, I don’t want to worry anyone. When she asks me if I am happy here and I say, I like it, sure, what I mean is, I keep forgetting that healing is an up-and-down process. What I mean is, I am becoming a surer version of myself but I don’t know how many times I will sob in a parking lot before this growing is over. What I mean is, I’m writing poems about suicide in a place with more trees. What I mean is, sometimes.

It’s The Same Questions No Matter Which City I’m In, Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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“Movin’ Out (Anthony’s Song)” — Billy Joel

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Every time I visit Long Island it's like...

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Please stop doing heroin. Please, please stop if you use. Please listen to the people who tell you they love you.

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Francesca Woodman - From Eel series, Venice, Italy, 1978. 

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Richard Siken, "A Litany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out", Crush

[lobbygrl]

Selections from the survival series Jenny Holzer (1983-85)

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[lorrang]

are you a sleep deprived gay or a touch starved gay

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Both?

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I found this image on IG and I can't figure out who wrote it but I need to put it somewhere to remember. Since my father died in 2009, I've only had 2 dreams about him that I can remember. In both of them, I watch him die again. In the one, we're at the beach and he drowns in the water. I tried to save him but I couldn't, and I held his dead body on the shore.

[mymindisanisland]

you don’t know her 

[mymindisanisland]

everything is shit