I wish I could even once run
out the door without steel
flying into my back.
Even once turn back to home
without the sky being broken
already on the stairs.~ Amaranth; @rottingveil
Book: AURORA IN THE OBSCURE PATH, Ch.3 Game Of Evil
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i need some fucking pills to knock my ass out cold for the rest of my life
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Silas Denver Melvin, from Grit: Poems; “Twenty”
[Text ID: “you’re so polite with your sadness. you don’t want to ruin this for anyone. you’re good at that.”]
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Claire C. Holland, from I Am Not Your Final Girl: Poems; “Sally”
[Text ID: “There is nothing else in this world / like realizing / you’re going to live / and not being sure / you can.”]
please no
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sometimes I forget how withdrawn and separate from the world and reality I actually am, and always have been.
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Robert Irwin, Skylights–Column in Irwin’s Studio, Venice, 1970
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Brothers.
I thought this was one of Tumblr’s weird ads for skin care
Dermatologists HATE him
these could be your balls with manscaped
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