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yooo how do I get out lol 😂 how do i get out of here 😅😭
*sips coffee* you were right Albert. it truely is absured.
"There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker.
It is impossible to convey a just idea of the agony which this disease can inflict. In general, people are apt to relegate such inconceivable sufferings to the category of the incredible. Any mention of them in conversation or in writing is considered in the light of current beliefs, the individual’s personal beliefs in particular, and tends to provoke a smile of incredulity and derision. The reason for this incomprehension is that mankind has not yet discovered a cure for this disease. Relief from it is to be found only in the oblivion brought about by wine and in the artificial sleep induced by opium and similar narcotics. Alas, the effects of such medicines are only temporary. After a certain point, instead of alleviating the pain, they only intensify it."
The Blind Owl, Sadeq Hedayat, 1936
I always used to wonder how something like the holocaust could ever happen. and how could some people deny it. and I would think noone could do something like that nowadays since the internet has allowed us to know what happens anywhere in the world. the world wouldn't allow it. at least that's what I thought, until I saw tens of thousands of my people get slaughtered on the streets in a couple of days, and the human rights activists were scilent. and the cry for help was mocked. and the number of deaths was mocked. and we were called liers. and "it's propaganda". and "people always die over there". and "it's not our problem".
and it's happened everywhere and everyday on different scales and it's allowed. and it only matters when it fits their narrative.
I guess everyone was once a sweet, sweet summer child.
I don't even know why I'm writing these, why I write them here, why I write at all. I don't know why I'm still around. surviving those nights hasn't been worth it so far.
for all the angsty speeches I give about the pain of being alive, I do think it's a wonderful thing. getting to experience this world as a human is something I wouldn't want to give up. for all its ugly parts, there is beauty. but this, is my share of it. I guess that's my tragedy. loving the world (which includes getting to hate it), wanting to experience all of it, all of life, but not getting to have it. just watching it from afar. it's sad. "it hurts". I love it so much and cannot have it. it hurts everyday.
everytime it's rained in the past month, I've thought about the 4 year long rain at the end of One Hundred Years of Solitude, which I read when I was 15. interesting how I remember now. how what you long for manifests thoughts like this.
Just wash it away. Wash it all away until there's nothing left. Wash it so clean that purity means something again. So if there is to be a new beginning, the slate is clean.
THE BOYS Season 5 | Teaser Trailer
im very excited and honored to descend to this new level of madness
what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?
if I were an English teacher I would print this out and put it onto the wall next to a "reading is poggers" poster
— “suddenly it’s december”, margaux paul
Fuck you actually fuck you
girl you are killing it! girl i think it's dead! girl you can stop STABBING
This feels like a reach but I'm trying anyway
Last night, the sudden and strong need to learn French ASAP took over my whole being, and it hadn't dissapeared when I woke up this morning so I think it's time, for real.
I feel like it'd be fun to learn it with someone, so if you like learning languages as much as I do, want to learn together/help me learn French, hell even read a book with someone (I'm reading Good Omens), feel free to message me!
“what’s stopping you from-“ listen i am so so sleepy
I want to see my boys…
hey man I found a piece of your soul stuck in the text messages of old friends you don’t speak to anymore. do you want it back
we’re about 60 days away from 2013 just think about that for a sec