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these are SOO CUTEEEEEE ❤️❤️❤️ EEEE
Jean-Pierre Désirée, 1985
Ramon Gonzalez Teja, ca. 1980s
finally illustrated the dream i had months ago wherein some random fucking greek guy set up shop in my bathroom and started charging me to use my own fucking shower
The thrill of forgiveness – and it is thrilling! – is that suddenly you get a clear, cold burst of understanding that everything you’ve done up until this day has been interesting and useful and maybe even worthwhile. And that cold, delicious blast of knowledge, which feels like a bracing wind on a freezing early morning, makes you less neurotic. It makes you less bogged down in the darkness and airlessness and black mold of unsolvable puzzles like HOW CAN I BE MORE LOVABLE? and HOW CAN I GET MORE? and WHEN WILL I BECOME SOMEBODY? and HOW CAN I MATTER? and WHEN WILL I FEEL LESS INVISIBLE?
Ask Polly - How Open-Hearted Can I Be And Still Survive?
Arwen O’Reilly, 2006
Yeeahhh you know I’m listening to musiccc !
The Mystical World (Leading you on travels in a mysterious and visionary world). From Taiwan.
靈異世界 [導引您做一趟神秘奇幻世界之旅] (台北:將門文物出版有限公司,1990)
the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you're supposed to help your friends move even if it's hard work. or stay up with them when they're sad even if you're gonna lose sleep. you're supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that's how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they're sick. you're supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there's actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.
i look in the mirror, i lose my mind a little, i cry on public transport, i walk through a fluorescent supermarket, i have slow and confusing dreams at night. you know how it is
Depression has no vanishing point. Instead it spreads out, until the horizon itself is defined by fog. You touch yourself but not even an ache, or a pulse arises. You not only feel nothing; you’ve become nothing. Sensationless, mouthless. Your ear buzzing with flies.
— Anita Olivia Koester, from “Venus is Mummified,” published in Connotation Press
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