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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Kiana Khansmith
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Mike Driver
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

@theartofmadeline
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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DEAR READER
cherry valley forever

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@wirron
Omg i thought you a bitch but you're actually really cool. I thought you were a total bitch because you don't talk a lot. Just an absolute cunt. A horrible horrible rude bitch. The worst. I thought "wow this bitch is so quiet who does she think she is? She thinks she's so much better than us. I literally hate her" We cool now tho
There are walls around my heart, a veil on my brain and a knot in my throat. All I do is try; to be understood, to understand, to love and be loved, to find out who I am. I am surrounded by crowds and I lose myself in them, every time a little piece of me escapes and now there is nothing left. My heart and brain have turned to ash, yet the knot is still there. The words I have never spoken perpetually haunt me, stuck in my throat for all eternity.
Alexilio (via wnq-writers)
insecure? me?
(patreon)
I’m not a person I’m just 3 mental illness stacked on top of each other wearing a trench coat
i have been having. a Weird fucking time
i only have two modes: excited and Self-Destruct™
person: get your license
me: The Road Is A Terrifying Place And I Am Very Afraid To Drive
wish u would acrylic 2016
I’m still depressed, but how depressed I am varies, which is good. Much of the time, it’s a comfortable numbness that just makes things feel muted. Other times, I’m standing in the shower or something and I can feel the nothingness hurtling toward me at eight thousand miles per hour and there’s nothing I can really do aside from let it happen and wait until it goes away again.
Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half (via adderalldust)
I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via wordsthat-speak)
The more I thought about my life up to then, the more I hated myself. It wasn’t that I didn’t have a few good memories—I did. A handful of happy experiences. But, if you added them up, the shameful, painful memories far outnumbered the others. When I thought of how I’d been living, how I’d been approaching life, it was all so trite, so miserably pointless. Unimaginative middle-class rubbish, and I wanted to gather it all up and stuff it away in some drawer. Or else light it on fire and watch it go up in smoke (though what kind of smoke it would emit I had no idea).
Yesterday (Haruki Murakami)
reading about a kink: wow id never do that
a few months later: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯