Real.
real.
“hey man it’s been a while, where have you gone?”
my ass plotting a foolproof method to silently slip away from 90% of my friends and start anew because I cannot shake the constant betrayals and neglect that haunted my early teenage years. I look into their eyes and all I see are the carved pupils of stony angels that stood over me and, basking in their holiness, watched me weep. they believe that all they need to do to be worthy of sticking around with is to pose and look pretty, and provide no further meaning that might linger when I turn away:
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JENNIFER’S BODY
2009 — dir. karyn kusama
hopefully
𝖠𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖠𝗇𝗇𝖺-𝖫𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖲𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗇 | 𝖨𝖦: 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺_𝖺𝗋𝗍
why do I live in constant dissociation and rage to the point that I get so locked up in mind that I can't make sense of what's going on around me or what I feel while my friends get to actually enjoy even the smallest things in life and they happily hang out together while I'm rotting inside.
what if I am my own misery
“you were made to understand, not to be understood” “we will always love more than we will ever be loved” “I’ll take care of you / it’s rotten work / not to me. not if it’s you” “I loved you like the sun” shut up or I’ll kill myself
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