when I'm on my deathbed im going to queue like 15,000 posts from the perspective of someone who's dead and in hell so that the blogging never ends

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official daine visual archive

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if i look back, i am lost
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YOU ARE THE REASON

izzy's playlists!
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Andulka
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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we're not kids anymore.
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when I'm on my deathbed im going to queue like 15,000 posts from the perspective of someone who's dead and in hell so that the blogging never ends
one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.
being in your 20s is like. every day i am playing with forces i can barely understand
walking around the dashboard at four in the morning stepping on all the creaking posts loud as fuck
I think this might be one of the most incredible, unsettling and symbolic photos of todayās America Iāve ever seen. I canāt stop looking at it. Itās perfect.
Itās serious guys
the house on ash tree lane šļø tip jar | patreon
Drew some pink goblin sharks for @siglati!
Sulfur combusts on contact with air to create stunning blue lava-like rivers of light in the Kawah Ijen crater on the island of Java | Ph: Olivier Grunewald
part of being an adult is figuring out what eveyone else's definition of "going crazy" is. to you it is not sleeping for 60 hours, writing 80k words in one sitting and expiriencing enough anxiety to kill a horse. to beth from accounting its buying a ticket to Columbus, Ohio. and to your friend its consuming so much ketamine you lose all of your posessions and wake up with five broken bones in a ditch somewhere and then proceeding to do it again the next day. to your other friend its writing a letter to their favourite actress about how much they appreciate her work. to your neighbour its laughing loudly in a grocery store whilst in pajamas. maya from uni hears the voice of her dead father making jokes with no punchlines and she considers that to be quite normal - to her going crazy would be hearing her husband instead. your downstairs neighbour will take night walks naked sometimes and claim there is nothing weird about him. there are literally no rules to life and all meaning is in the eye of the beholder.
Light in the Window
Neo Bauhaus
acrylic on canvas, 2022
fool me once that was once
fool me twice not so nice
*through gritted teeth* you are not a child taking a test with the purpose of getting the highest score, you are an adult trying new things and finding ways to enjoy your life, make mistakes, be a beginner, be mediocre, be where you need to be, be unlikeable, just. be.