underneath everything that is deeply wrong with me is snoopy. he is me. i am him. he is the only reminder that the child whose life i once lived continues to live through me now
does anyone know if we have to face our unjustified anger and desrie to be loved in return tomorrow
“I desire violently, and I wait.”
— Anais Nin
you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try
when intense sadness is a regular part of your life, you stop caring entirely about how it makes you come across to people. i’m literally sitting in class sobbing like it’s normal. people are staring, but it’s just hard to care anymore. like yeah, i’m losing my shit due to the horrors. look away bro
julianradwildlife
the more i think about it the more i realize that i truly cannot remember being happy for any extended amount of time. of course there were moments, but nothing long term. and although i’ve never felt happy for more than a day or so at a time, i feel it’s absence constantly.
when sylvia plath said, “i need a father, i need a mother, i need some older wiser being to talk to. i talk to god but the sky is empty.” and when oscar wilde said, “a burnt child loves the fire.” and when frank bidart said, “memory is punishment.” and when
pretty odd my beloved
Go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera
Go on, film the world before it happens
I listened to pretty odd on repeat the other day while studying, woke up this morning to see panic had replaced LANA DEL REY as my second most streamed artist.
Pretty Odd and A fever are two of the most amazingly crafted pieces of art on this earth.
nobody fucking talk to me
smoked the type of weed that makes you accept that there will always be beauty and pain in everything, and the only thing you can do about it is welcome their co-existence
thinking a lot about how nostalgia is a lying cunt
yeah, no ur good i don’t think romanticizing your misery and intentionally enabling yourself is making you worse at all dw
“No-one will love you exactly the way you want them to. You just have to let them do their best.”
— Unknown
u brought me ur luv :3 zomg ^_^
yelling
isn’t it kind of awesome how we are all still learning and isn’t it kind of terrible how we’ll never completely figure our shit out
"omg you'll post 'i need him' on the most average men" "she's mid" most of us are average and it's good that we can find beauty and desire in average people