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we're not kids anymore.
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Jules of Nature
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@wintergreyskies
crawls out of my hole that resembles the grave but isnt. #myholethatresemblesthegravebutisnt
Joy Sullivan, from âOn Days I Hate My Body, I Remember Redwoodsâ, Instructions for Traveling West
reblog if youâre a sick fuck
hell is a room
and the birds singing outside
Julia Soboleva, âReunionâ
Shoutout to my colleague who went "I'll take this task off your hands if you don't feel like it (meaning: can't be bothered to)" in front of my bosses today - after I had merely mentioned that I was busy with several other things I had to do.
Thanks, buddy. Much appreciated.
Genuine question: how does one find that tiny little spark that one calls "will to live" if in the past 15 or so godforsaken years one has been hit over the head with one minor catastrophe after the other and several heartbreaks and it just keeps on coming, meaning that one can already see the same long, bleak and lonely years ahead. Just casually asking for a friend.
I'd ask ChatGPT, but fuck ChatGPT
Benjamin König, âDrip drip drip...â 2026
On Lake Mungo (2008)
Quotes: Reginald Shepherd - The Friend / Margaret Atwood - Bluebeardâs Egg / Guillermo Del Toro - The Devilâs Backbone / Victoria Edwards / Sara Gran - The Infinite Blacktop / Maderilien
Art: John Brosio - Night Hunt /Â Sung Hwa Kim -Â Sheâs Not There / Jim Carroll
Come with Me, by Ronald Malfi
tag game đȘđŒ
-> things you donât give a shit about.
-> me first đ«Ł
I care about a lot of things, but these are the things I don't give a fuck about:
ă»Using fidget toys (in public)
ă»Not being in a relationship (though everyone stresses these days)
ă» Cross-contamination
ă» Bad grades
ă» Gossip (if I cared enough, Iâd retain it, no?)
ă» being naked surrounded by other people because of sports in a locker room (cause nobody cares)
ă» wearing extremely short skirts
ă»(fashion) trends
tagging: @runasulienadanika @future-muse @bloodorang3boy @dancealonexx @oceansvenusworld @babydllsani @saccharinn @fawnamber @rosesinmytea @angelruined @moon7bun @boldlysteadytyphoon @deerstuckinheadlightsx @ttearsinmylatinaeyes @4ntlersoldier @leyleyluvss9liffs @h0pl3ss-dr34m3r @fireh0under @downwardspiralmatt7 @luminauni @jontstuff @2catnip4me @potatopohtahtoh @theastic @cinnamontoastcrunch0 @moonageromantic @nini-jpeg @justhere222vibe @deathhull @nauurmei @nitasnotes @norzyczki @mllwrld @dqlntsxx @nahtrustimfine @delicatelyme @arievette @ethanslife1o1 @leonie-giardini @whisssss-per0v3th @lemonpeelz @petrichor-mist @sleepyycupk4 @funky-demon2 @novalunosispalettepages @touchh-me-not @larek16 @derpyskittlezz @orinex @oceansvenusworld +anyone else i forgot to mention đ«¶đŒ
â Things I Don't Give a Shit About
Thank you for the tag :))
â If my cat bothering you. It's her house, not yours. You can leave, she cannot.
â Being direct with strangers/complimenting strangers. I will literally talk to anyone
â Paying for your $3 soda. Literally who hurt you. You don't need to pay me back for a $3 soda.
â If you fuck with David Bowie or not. He's my favorite musician, but he doesn't have to be yours. Music is subjective
â Dog-earing books. I don't personally do it, but if someone borrows a book from me and dog ears it, I bet I won't even notice
Tagging @professor-winter @afteritwasred @rio1517 @/open
oooh this looks fun! ty!
If you're scared of something. I'm not gonna make fun of you, rollercoasters suck imo we can go do something else
Pronouns, since I go by whatever the fuck and I will use any pronouns you tell me to, I don't give one if they're 'weird' or whatever. Just tell me!
How you dress- I'm not gonna shame you for that shit, even if I wouldn't wear it that means you're cooler for wearing it imo
Who you date- short of them being a mad axe murderer, I don't mind if your partner is a little odd. You make your choices and as long as your happy.
I care about so many things so this was so hard lol
tags no pressure: @depths-of-misery @cxsmic30 @persephoneinthesnow
Thanks for the tag @afteritwasred! These are always fun!
I don't give a fuck about:
the cold: going out in freezing weather doesn't bother me, at all
who you date (as long as everything is consensual and on eye level: love and let love!)
popularity (e.g. in terms of followers/likes. I cherish everyone of my moots/followers and I'm happy about every comment and like I get. But I'm not striving to be the next big influencer, haha. Just vibing in this small corner of the world with the lovely people I meet. Same goes for my life offline).
Hyped products such as Dubai chocolate and Labubus. I personally don't really get it, but as long as it brings people joy and they don't go bonkers over it - talking about adults literally fighting over getting the last Starbucks Bear Cups (*shrugs*)
Not tagging anyone specifically. Whoever wants to join feel free to do so :))
Decided to change my username since my old one sounded a bit off grammatically (which has been bothering me for a while now, haha).
That night I knew that I would go to Hell, Â and it would be a place just like my room.
âDana Gioia, from The Gods of Winter: Poems
Man of Sorrows (c. 1460) by Simon Marmion
Emily Skaja, from "I Liked Myself Better as an Exquisite Skeleton", pub. The Offing [ID'd]
Premonition
sunbright flowers made of plastic blooming in sepia forests,
laughter floating away in currents of stained glass,
green mornings drowned in river water,
yellow glare in rearview mirrors.
and always the same vision
a grey face and grey silence and grey years ahead
One who moves in the time between sleep and waking, wearing White light folded, sheathed about her, folded. The new years walk, restoring
â T. S. Eliot, from "Ash Wednesday" in Ash Wednesday (Faber and Faber, 1930) (via Thoughts)