#mckennacore

this blog is a twelve years long stream of consciousness don’t take it seriously except for all of it. tx(unfortunately)

[datadegroove-deactivated2026042]

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

[cadillacranchdressing]

Catonsville, MD - July 2016

Mamiya C330 - Kodak Ektar 100

[quotemadness]

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”

— Louise Erdrich

[texashippiecowboy]

I Died In 2016 and Got Replaced By Someone With Absolutely No Motivation and Complete Emotional Unavailability

[nevver]

Drain the pool, Chrisovalantis Grizis

[purpurussy]

i am tentatively stepping a single toe on marriage hill

[dansphreckles]

[xylophonetangerine]

[trainstationhello]

does anyone here ship dan/phil from dan and phil

[typhlonectes]

[delinquentbookworm]

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.

[phlegmaphoto]

[amygdalae]

being in your 20s is like. every day i am playing with forces i can barely understand

[lakevida]

walking around the dashboard at four in the morning stepping on all the creaking posts loud as fuck

[captain-price-returns]

I think this might be one of the most incredible, unsettling and symbolic photos of today’s America I’ve ever seen. I can’t stop looking at it. It’s perfect.

[sentimentalbeing2001]

It’s serious guys

[kayleerowena]

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[cosmicanger]