this is deathconsciousness.

and it begs the question, "what is the point?" thirty-seven. new england. numb and null. color blog: humanshapedvoid

[danskjavlarna]

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Developing: a collection of vintage spirit photography.

[sentientsky]

on usefulness. on becoming both the blade and the lamb

tumblr user @/divorcefemme // Anaïs Nin // tumblr user @/willowcrowned // Mitski, “I Don’t Smoke” // Lilith Kerr, "bite back" (from unloving the knife)

[metamorphesque]

— Sylvia Plath

[regardintemporel]

Amanda Tinker - Untitled, from the series " To A Stranger "

[thisisdeathconsciousness]

Twelve years of documented ennui. How miserably sad.

[metamorphesque]

the unbearable heaviness of girlhood / Su Xinyu / Lucie Brock-Broido

[keryahoraculi]

By isabel Lojo

[shisasan]

July 16, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

[won-der-land89]

[thisisdeathconsciousness]

Eyes reflecting the person that I am // And it burns // I, I wish I could be somebody else // 'Cause it burns.

[thisisdeathconsciousness]

Rest in peace, Luis Vasquez. 💔

[jamesusilljournal]

Self Combustion, David Demaret, 2013

[the-black-cloud]

[thisisdeathconsciousness]

The door is open / Now I'm running away / Comfort waits where I will seek / How to free a light for weeks // Can you see me now? / I've fallen near the end / Can you see me now? / You hold the end // Succumb to shock and fear / To a damned climate drawing near / Extending shadows that grip your mind / To whisper its doubt like one of a kind / One of a kind // Culture in jeopardy / A line drawn and feathering / Cut and spread / Force-feed the false ego / As you philosophize an enemy // Hallucinations dissolve into the floor / There's no meaning anymore // I see / You are // Reading my mind back to me / It's clear you are here / Whilst sharing the same air / I can disappear.

[heavensghost]

[filmaticbby]

Vivre sa vie (1962) dir. Jean-Luc Godard

[thisisdeathconsciousness]

Stumble inexorably / Into deafening litany / Are you asking me / Or telling me? / A mourning glory story / You were what you were always / And you are what you are, so step sideways / The world's noisy / Auditory // Your attic's spun / I’m not the one / On and on and on / Exhausted gums / Say less, I’m numb / It's on and on and on end.

[shisasan]

𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟼, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟻 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: Self-pity, because it is cold, because of everything. END ID]