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āHe had looked at Jude, then, and had felt that same sensation he sometimes did when he thought, really thought of Jude and what his life had been: a sadness, he might have called it, but it wasn't a pitying sadness; it was a larger sadness, one that seemed to encompass all the poor striving people, the billions he didn't know, all living their lives, a sadness that mingled with a wonder and awe at how hard humans everywhere tried to live, even when their days were so very difficult, even when their circumstances were so wretched. Life is so sad, he would think in those moments. It's so sad, and yet we all do it.ā ā Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
How quaint, this life.
A devil with an angelās face (2015) Shinji Ihara
the alien when it bursts out of someoneās chest:
Travelling, missing my kitties. šā⬠Life is difficult when youāre missing someone.
I know transphobia is scary and humiliating and so complex but it is so dangerous to tell other trans people that the only ones who will ever love and understand you are other trans people of your gender. its the quickest way to isolate yourself and radicalize yourself against everybody and just feel bitter and miserable all the fucking time
I truly believe we could fix so many problems if the world wasnāt making us all so dang tired
People were less depressed decades ago bc everything was just prettier like the average 70s car was a work of art sure the serial killers were gonna get you but at least life was sexy before your untimely demise. And there was disco and real oakmoss in perfume need I say more. We have nothing left
If youāve ever wondered whether or not you have good taste or a soul let this be the confirmation you need to know that you have nothing. You are empty. FUCK YOU !!!!
Itās important to call out trash taste, also I wish I were living in the seventies. Middle class families could still own or attain things. These days we just accrue debt and are doomed to live another day of misery and servitude to the rich fuckers who manufactured this hellscape.
Friendly reminder he is no longer under trump protection and isnt using his son as a bullet shield anymore. Great time to become a hero that history will immortalize if you happen to be in the area :)
Iāve been in quite a slump recently. Not that I expect people to give too much of a shit to care. There is enough sadness and difficulties to go around.
But itās mainly that my self-esteem took a beating when I lost my job, due to cutbacks and budgetary concerns, and Iām not sure how to bounce back.
I got another job, which I guess is good. I just feel like my life is at a standstill. Iām a rock, sometimes bouncing but mostly stuck in place, at the bottom of some river that fleets by; life itself floats along, sometimes at a leisurely pace, other times quite rapidly and carrying all sorts of racing objects.
Having to take a pay cut, coming from a pretty well paid job, and feeling as if Iāll never accomplish any of my dreams. There is a sort of helplessness that washes over me; I canāt save myself from monumentally stupid economic decisions; canāt help my boyfriend through his struggles or fix any of his problems (none that matter at least); fearing whatever creeps down the pipeline of time and gushes out as every new day passes. There isnāt any escaping it; life will hurt you, scar you, maim you, cripple you; itās death by a thousand cuts, drowning through a million breaths, disintegration marketed as the chance of a lifetime ā LIVING!
Iām sorry to be such a downer, the week has barely begun. I just needed a place to vent where Iām not burdening someone I love with my worries or beat-down demeanour.
āThe journey never starts nor ends in the dark forestā -Ted Lasso.
These will be my prayers and hopes tonight. Watching for the signposts to salvation in the gloomy glow of ash and fire lighting up the dark winter sky ā summer doesnāt arrive until you let some light and warmth in. My head is looking for a parka in the dark of winter.
Fishing with ones paternal genealogical ascendant can be soothing, like an aloe vera balm on a severely burned and aching soul.
Makes me thankful for the man I am. I am also thankful for the man I didnāt become. He showed me all the things not to. He is a good man, just terribly misguided and self-serving when in the grips of his addiction.
when people are like āheās not even attractive you could find a guy that looks like him at any gas stationā iām likeā¦.. well you see thereās beauty everywhere actually
You can also find a sunset at a gas station
time to break out my favorite photo I ever took
Wouldnāt life be grand if our decisions and feelings never impacted anyone in a negative way. I know, I know, Iām dreaming!
I hate when a tiny stupid thing pushes you over the edge and makes you freak the fuck out because it makes you look like a completely irrational tar pit of a human being. Like no I promise this is warranted just maybe not about that specifically I swear I'm well adjusted. Come closer stick your fingers in my cage
Recently my bf got me into tarot readings. Itās remarkably soothing, even though I donāt really believe in the power of the cards, I am intrigued. And they have been surprisingly accurate in their predictions and advice.