tears from babylon

Algernon's sb. OOC knowledge only.

[heavensghost]

So much time has gone by, I didn’t know how much I would change

[weltenwellen]

Yves Olade, from “Liturgies”

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: Ma. You once told me that memory is a choice. But if you were god, you’d know it’s a flood. ]

[x-cvltist-x]

flirting is okay right? lolllllll

[adrasteiax]

“(…) sometimes, in panic, mind goes blank, world whooshes away in void, and I feel I have to run, or walk on into the night for miles till I drop exhausted.”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

[weltenwellen]

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

[sad-house-of-mortality]

“In the kingdom of glass everything is transparent, and there is no place to hide a dark heart.”

— Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

[sad-house-of-mortality]

“Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.”

— Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams

[sad-house-of-mortality]

Image by Fluchtig hingemachte Manner

[conspiracy-mlm]

lover, you seem sad

[drowning-in-the-storm]

That mood when you want to smash every mirror you see so you don’t have to look at your reflection.

[aureat]

[my-flowers-arent-growing]

[especially]

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

even when you’re screaming silently with your hands gripping your hair and tears running down your face— you’re breathing and you’re alive.

even when you’re curled up on the cold bathroom floor, shaking and twitching— you’re breathing and you’re alive.

even when you’re ripping yourself to pieces because you don’t know what else to do— you’re breathing and you’re alive.

even when you’re just staring off into space because you just feel empty and hollow— you’re breathing and you’re alive.

keep breathing. keep living. through all of it. please. you’ve made it this far for a reason.

[compulsive]

[noirsilk-deactivated20200913]

I exist here, now. I'm not much interested in the future. Or, more precisely put, I do not believe in the future. To exaggerate a little, I have no faith that I will still exist tomorrow or the day after.