Living

Bri 25

[aschenblumen]

Egon Schiele, House with bell tower (1912).

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Richard Siken, Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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[bekanicolex]

[wildstag-blog]

[minimalistquotes]

One thing people need to understand about extremely kind, nice, and loving people, is that their other side is just as extreme. It's the hell they survive that makes them gentle. Don't mistake their self-control for weakness. The beast in them is sleeping, not dead.

[whitenoiiise]

I am so happy.

To tell the truth I have my bad days.

But the way that he makes me feel.. he makes it better.

When I’m sick he takes care of me. When I’m down he makes me laugh. When I need a hug he holds me. When I can’t eat he makes me something that he knows I can stomach.

I love him so much much and I don’t think I could love anyone else more.

I love making him giggle when I tell dad jokes. I love surprising him with new recipes. I love grocery shopping with him with even though it should be boring. Us watching and choosing movies together. Us going on nice dates or even to Hooters to watch the game.

I love every moment with him.

[weltenwellen]

Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems

[whitenoiiise]

Literally don’t know who to talk to to help. Someone help please

[ihateiu]

[timbllr]

[tendermimi]

— Ocean Vuong, Because It’s Summer

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“I’m learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.”

— Unknown

[wordrummager]

In full bloom In one story I almost lived, I was told I was too full of life to be captured in black and white, so my place would have to be a lush forest which I can picture with wild things quietly lurking, ready to celebrate another day with me. I wish it wasn’t a dream.

[quotemadness]

You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

[occult6666]

i’m not ready

i am not a person, but the sum of all of the things they wanted me to be. lifeless and beautiful, like pressed wildflowers, fierce enough to teach them about themselves, but never fierce enough to leave.

they say they love me, yet the devotion they show is for my body. i crafted it for each one of them, it does not belong to me anymore. i think of it as an amalgamation of their favorite parts of me: blue eyes, soft skin, long legs, and as one so poetically put: tight pussy.

i say it back, i love you, and we both know we don’t mean it. but somewhere along the way, they convinced me i am undeserving of unconditional love, so instead, i accept the transactional one they offer.

the more deals that are settled, the less of a person i become. i look in the mirror, and it is not myself i see staring back at me, but all of the men with affections so great, that they could change everything in the world for me, with an exception of themselves.

[whimsicalfairytales]

People are defending the new Pokémon game and saying stuff like "tons of games are released broken and unplayable" and it's like, yeah, it's bad for those games too.

Its really, really messed up that the price of video games keeps increasing while people are just accepting the fact that the actual quality of the product is decreasing.

No game has to be released unfinished and broken. The only reason this happens is due to corporate greed and these kinds of horrid business practices shouldn't be excused.