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Goddamn.

EVERY TIME I LOOK BACK, MY CHILDHOOD GROWS HORNS; ON AGING.

lorde // iasoup on tumblr // alain de botton // jenny slate // katie maria // silas denver melvin // chelsea wolfe

We're being robbed of new ideas as we're being kept in this age of nostalgia for a cash grab... Sometimes I wonder if our parents had to deal with this. Seeing a show they loved as kids being remade into something similar or different for the next generation. Did it make them happy? Make them sad? Did they buy into the idea that the past isn't truly dead but only zombified for money and ratings? Sorry, quick rant.

im normal

Something I started just after Alone at Sea, taking place some time before Gem Hunt.  A little darker than my usual fare!  I hope ya’ll still enjoy it.  

Sometimes music is ALWAYS better than people. FTFY

Sometimes music is better than people.

I am cool, calm, and collected....hmph.

There is a goddess... *swoons*

hwasa in décalcomanie performances.

I like reading posts of people doing sort of an amalgamation of a complete summary of what I feel in my head. It gives me a personal feel of acknowledgement because it shows that it all can be summed up quite well.

Heyy, I love ur content and can I request a Web weaving of being alone or loneliness? Thankyou <3

i hope you're doing well <33

Alice Oseman Radio Silence / The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) dir. Stephen Chbosky / Gail Honeyman Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine / Susan Sontag As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980 / The Double (2013) dir. Richard Ayoade / Heather Havrilesky Ask Polly: Help, I'm The Loneliest Person In The World! / Taylor Steele Shocker / Amy Dunne

This is why I love poetry...

I tried to let go of the echo,

but it bounced back as I put on my coat.

So these four walls were like a cloak and outside would call

to inside my dome.

I don’t answer my phone,

Often.

I don’t have hope,

Often.

I don’t atone,

Often.

Like Billie joe,

I walk this lonely road with my shadow behind me…

My only friend,

just to remind me.

Until there was him.

I keep my distance,

I don’t follow blindly.

If he takes off my blindfold,

I shut my eyes instantly.

For his purity is blinding

and if given a collision…

could mean calamity

for our existence.

One touch from me, you end up broken.

On the hopeless path of exhaustion

I can already see the cracks on your ceiling

Your floors and-

I don’t want to give it meaning.

I say the words but I hold back all the feeling.

I look at you briefly…

I keep moments to fleeting.

I love discreetly…

You might feel it’s lost all meaning.

I love you dearly…

I’m just not good at saying.