[kitchen1]

I wish I took a better pic of this writing in a bar bathroom in toronto bc I think of it so often. Be So Completely Yourself That No One Is Attracted To You Or Wants To Employ You

[rotvn]

no one appreciates that i could be a million times worse

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies

[achillesinhighheels]

[achillesinhighheels]

[technofinch]

I have GOT to stop spending $30

[achillesinhighheels]

[kosmogrl]

everything is changing and maybe that’s okay

[kosmogrl]

as you get older you realise that anything that helps you stop feeling stuck is welcome even if it hurts at first

[papayajuan2019]

cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it

[derelicthousefootage]

[chilewithcarnage]

"The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain."

-Ursula K. LeGuin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

[wizardnuke]

"Evil is boring. Right? I kinda believe in the banality and mundaneness of evil. Evil is just selfish impulses, which at the end of the day are really easy to understand. It’s easy to understand why people do bad things. It’s like “yeah, ok, you’re selfish and scared and cruel, I get it”. Being good is complex and beautiful and hard." - Brennan Lee Mulligan

[oldshrewsburyian]

"How monotonously alike all the great tyrants and conquerors have been: how gloriously different are the saints." --C.S. Lewis

[achillesinhighheels]

[tarnara]

Stvari se zavrže podnevi,

v objemu sonca,

da te vsi vidijo.

Zavreči ponoči,

pomeni ob strani proizvesti

črn zavržek,

ki ščemeče žvenketa po sreči.

Ko mislim nate,

se mi v želodcu obračajo silogizmi,

in v glavi telovadim,

da jih postavljam v vrsto.

Ogledujem si jih z vseh zornih kotov,

in se pravzaprav vztrajno silim v izteg, ki je vedno prazen.

Nizi misli,

ki so nedokončane, ker se na vse pretege iz tebe trudim iztisnit sok, ki bi dišal po poletju.

Ko se tuširam se mi zdi, da sem oblečena v usnje,

nikoli zares slečena.

Po glavi mi kaplja sladka voda,

ki me spominja nate.

Iz ogledala buliš vame, ker sem polovična.

Ne najdem meje med svojim in tvojim, in to me duši.

In kaj če zavržem ponoči?

[achillesinhighheels]

[achillesinhighheels]

[thepiperatthegatesofdawn1967]

at least the colour green exists

[helldevilsfromsatanland-deactiv]

ive noticed lately that daylight has begun overtaking the night by great strides...a sign that righteousness prevails in the world ?

[pmamtraveller]

Luca Ponsato - Does Anyone See My Suffering

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