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dntty:

watchback:

Shel

so. sick.
frownprincess:

“i dream of shining hand guns, their bullets like sperm ejaculating violently. however bullets and brains do not breed life and instead conceive catastrophic messes, still a bullet would do my mind no good, for it is already black and dead and decomposing. you’d think a mind like this would be at peace, but the flies keep me up at night, their fat, ugly, larvae chewing on the rotting carcass. they know nothing of me and do not wish to. to them i am breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, and desert, and no one likes to name their meal. you give it a name and you give it, and once you give it a life it is something. im sick of being something its exhausting and hurts so much. so im trapped, damned to never sleep and be eaten slowly, slowly, slowly, until one day i finally die. what peace.”
i found this while walking on the train tracks today, i think it might be someone’s suicide note. whatever it is, i found it interesting and i relate to this a lot.
fohk:

"Have you ever seen a picture of yourself, taken when you didn’t know you were being photographed, from an angle that you don’t usually see when you look in a mirror, and you think: "That’s me… that’s also me”
Stoker (2013)Chan-wook Park

green-tea-rex:

It’s 1am so I’m sorry for the people who won’t see this. But if you want confidence and don’t know how to get it, a really good way is to be confident in other people. When you walk into Starbucks, think, “damn, that barista’s hair is da bomb!” Or when you go to school, think, “my teacher is rocking that skirt!” When you start seeing everyone as being beautiful, at some point you realize that you’re everyone too.

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dntty:

watchback:

Shel

so. sick.
frownprincess:

“i dream of shining hand guns, their bullets like sperm ejaculating violently. however bullets and brains do not breed life and instead conceive catastrophic messes, still a bullet would do my mind no good, for it is already black and dead and decomposing. you’d think a mind like this would be at peace, but the flies keep me up at night, their fat, ugly, larvae chewing on the rotting carcass. they know nothing of me and do not wish to. to them i am breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, and desert, and no one likes to name their meal. you give it a name and you give it, and once you give it a life it is something. im sick of being something its exhausting and hurts so much. so im trapped, damned to never sleep and be eaten slowly, slowly, slowly, until one day i finally die. what peace.”
i found this while walking on the train tracks today, i think it might be someone’s suicide note. whatever it is, i found it interesting and i relate to this a lot.
fohk:

"Have you ever seen a picture of yourself, taken when you didn’t know you were being photographed, from an angle that you don’t usually see when you look in a mirror, and you think: "That’s me… that’s also me”
Stoker (2013)Chan-wook Park

green-tea-rex:

It’s 1am so I’m sorry for the people who won’t see this. But if you want confidence and don’t know how to get it, a really good way is to be confident in other people. When you walk into Starbucks, think, “damn, that barista’s hair is da bomb!” Or when you go to school, think, “my teacher is rocking that skirt!” When you start seeing everyone as being beautiful, at some point you realize that you’re everyone too.

(via bedewed)


destruction of the human mind☯
im garette and im rippling apart



               Vintage & Indie Photography Blog ☯
dntty:

watchback:

Shel

so. sick.
frownprincess:

“i dream of shining hand guns, their bullets like sperm ejaculating violently. however bullets and brains do not breed life and instead conceive catastrophic messes, still a bullet would do my mind no good, for it is already black and dead and decomposing. you’d think a mind like this would be at peace, but the flies keep me up at night, their fat, ugly, larvae chewing on the rotting carcass. they know nothing of me and do not wish to. to them i am breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, and desert, and no one likes to name their meal. you give it a name and you give it, and once you give it a life it is something. im sick of being something its exhausting and hurts so much. so im trapped, damned to never sleep and be eaten slowly, slowly, slowly, until one day i finally die. what peace.”
i found this while walking on the train tracks today, i think it might be someone’s suicide note. whatever it is, i found it interesting and i relate to this a lot.
fohk:

"Have you ever seen a picture of yourself, taken when you didn’t know you were being photographed, from an angle that you don’t usually see when you look in a mirror, and you think: "That’s me… that’s also me”
Stoker (2013)Chan-wook Park

green-tea-rex:

It’s 1am so I’m sorry for the people who won’t see this. But if you want confidence and don’t know how to get it, a really good way is to be confident in other people. When you walk into Starbucks, think, “damn, that barista’s hair is da bomb!” Or when you go to school, think, “my teacher is rocking that skirt!” When you start seeing everyone as being beautiful, at some point you realize that you’re everyone too.

(via bedewed)

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im garette and im rippling apart



               Vintage & Indie Photography Blog ☯
dntty:

watchback:

Shel

so. sick.
frownprincess:

“i dream of shining hand guns, their bullets like sperm ejaculating violently. however bullets and brains do not breed life and instead conceive catastrophic messes, still a bullet would do my mind no good, for it is already black and dead and decomposing. you’d think a mind like this would be at peace, but the flies keep me up at night, their fat, ugly, larvae chewing on the rotting carcass. they know nothing of me and do not wish to. to them i am breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, and desert, and no one likes to name their meal. you give it a name and you give it, and once you give it a life it is something. im sick of being something its exhausting and hurts so much. so im trapped, damned to never sleep and be eaten slowly, slowly, slowly, until one day i finally die. what peace.”
i found this while walking on the train tracks today, i think it might be someone’s suicide note. whatever it is, i found it interesting and i relate to this a lot.
fohk:

"Have you ever seen a picture of yourself, taken when you didn’t know you were being photographed, from an angle that you don’t usually see when you look in a mirror, and you think: "That’s me… that’s also me”
Stoker (2013)Chan-wook Park

green-tea-rex:

It’s 1am so I’m sorry for the people who won’t see this. But if you want confidence and don’t know how to get it, a really good way is to be confident in other people. When you walk into Starbucks, think, “damn, that barista’s hair is da bomb!” Or when you go to school, think, “my teacher is rocking that skirt!” When you start seeing everyone as being beautiful, at some point you realize that you’re everyone too.

(via bedewed)

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