such is fate


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orpheuslament:

yeah im still thinking about the minotaur sorry but just . imagine youre born wrong. imagine your entire existence is a punishment from the gods. for something you had no control over. imagine your mother holds nothing but contempt for you. she wont even look at you, not really, & she keeps crying & you keep crying & reaching towards her with your little arms & someone drags you away from her. & they keep you hidden & alone & a stranger comes & builds an impenetrable prison around you so youre doomed to forever haunt these endless corridors & youve never known kindness or companionship or love. & when they call you a monster. well. you believe them

nemfrog:

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Using the moon for a bed. Earthology. 1901.

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ashstfu:

ashstfu:

i do not ghost purposely i just have no idea what to say ever

and i have no concept of passage of time

nemfrog:

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Spotted deer. Javanese batik designs from metal stamps. 1924.

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micro-usb-deactivated20230625:

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starspulledfromyoureyes:

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The boygenius re:SET performance in Columbia photographed by @/sophiemacphoto

cadaverkeys:

I cannot BELIEVE you guys actually signing up to netflix just because account sharing was banned. You need to learn about cool websites with many beautiful women who would love you message you and send you downloadable files.

carygrantsbeard:

joining the war on “pretentiousness” on the side of the pretentious

fnordseer5:

ok so a love shack is basically like a little old place where we can get together essentially

digitalldeath:

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To Love Another Person Is To See The Face Of God, a very lovely thrift find.

polkadotmotmot:
“Hideaki Kawashima - Ablution, 2008
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polkadotmotmot:

Hideaki Kawashima - Ablution, 2008

modernbaseball:

Naming the female razor brand Venus is so personally offensive to me….you think Venus the goddess of love and sex and beauty was shaving her PUSSY? Go kill yourself

petaltexturedskies:

Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don’t want to die.

the unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath

orpheuslament:

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where can i put it down thursday

millimallow:
“mitski, i bet on losing dogs (2016) / rafael canogar, the wounded one (el herido) (1969)
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millimallow:

mitski, i bet on losing dogs (2016) / rafael canogar, the wounded one (el herido) (1969)