.sad tofu boy.

dead boys don't cry. Germany. too old for this sh*t

[toiich]

Self portrait by Wim Wenders, 1975

[sadtofuboy]

Ive been to such places and Ive lived in such places. and it wasnt what it promised to be.

[beautifulmars]

Two for the Price of One?

The objective of this observation is to examine a double impact crater in the southern mid-latitudes of Mars. The two craters share the same wall between them. They probably formed by the break up of the impacting body in the atmosphere. This scene is also visible in Context Camera data.

ID: ESP_076565_1630 date: 26 November 2022 altitude: 261 km

NASA/JPL-Caltech/University of Arizona

[sadtofuboy]

what were the odds?

[sadtofuboy]

what’s your favorite color?

probably green or turquoise.

[deviika]

Zachry K. Douglas

[douglasbradburyverne]

Disney's "Peter Pan", BEHIND THE SCENES (Released on Feb 5th, 1953)

[rhera]

Love Letters — 1945, William Dieterle

[deadpoet-skull]

In this feral realm, what do you perceive a human engender evil or evil is born with the nature?

[jinxproof]

© Satoshi Saikusa

[zegalba]

Nana Komatsu by Inez & Vinoodh (2023)

[holespoles]

Moonboat by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite, 1920s

[gratiae-mirabilia]

[gargiyadav]

What do I do with my grief?

I know not how to handle my grief.

Where to put it, how to tame its insurmountable spirit.

How to sing it lullabies for my voice always crackles up.

How to call out its name without fearing the worst.

What to say to it when it comes running to me like a child.

What to whisper in its ears so as to soothe its wild nerves.

I know I can very well discard it, get rid of it forever, but if that would have been possible, i would not be writing this poem today titled, "what do I do with my grief"

I know not how it's so capable of being so alive when I, the harbourer, has died so many times.

Isn't this grief that I carry in my belly, my child?

If that's the case, it should have died long time ago.

But here it is, chuckling and stretching its limbs, looking at me with its endearing eyes, waiting to be picked up with utmost affection.

[nlscentofawoman]

[ohdannyboyy]

[apoemaday]

Remembering

by Rainer Maria Rilke

And you wait. You wait for the one thing that will change your life, make it more than it is— something wonderful, exceptional, stones awakening, depths opening to you.

In the dusky bookstalls old books glimmer gold and brown. You think of lands you journeyed through, of paintings and a dress once worn by a woman you never found again.

And suddenly you know: that was enough. You rise and there appears before you in all its longings and hesitations the shape of what you lived.

[sadtofuboy]

I'm not crazy.

[20thcenturystarlet]

Girl photographed by Werner Bischof, 1950s