it's a kind of tired that sleep can't fix.
free-parking:

Louise Bourgeois, She Lost It (performance piece), 1992

free-parking:

Louise Bourgeois, She Lost It (performance piece), 1992

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"Rather than accepted, female bisexuality is “encouraged” on the sole grounds that it be palatable to straight men. Bisexual women are presented in hyper-sexualized contexts, as sexual objects for the hegemonic straight male gaze, while directly or covertly appealing to a quasi-pornographic fantasy of a (two females and one male) threesome, and while also reassuring us that these women are not really bisexual, but are simply behaving so for the satisfaction of the presumed male spectator."

Shiri Eisner, Bi: Notes for a Bisexual Revolution, p.159   (via hachikuji)

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I’m basically only interested in indoor plants lately

I’m basically only interested in indoor plants lately

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Anonymous: Why did you leave home?

Idk

Rambling

I don’t love anybody and nobody loves me. I mean this quite literally. It’s strange. It’s sad and liberating at the same time. I also no longer crave any type of affection. I don’t want a relationship. I don’t want somebody to tell me that they love me, that I set their soul on fire, that thinking about me makes them happy. I don’t want to be held or cuddled or told I’m beautiful. I get sick at the thought of any of these things. I am dispensable. I will never be these things to anybody and nobody will ever be these things to me. I belong very deeply to myself. I still want to fuck people. I still want to have friends to go to nice places with. I still want to have fun. I still want to feel like others enjoy my company. But I don’t want emotion or affection or unnecessary attention. I don’t want to break down in front of someone and have them hold me while I cry. I want don’t anybody to try to comfort me. I don’t even want to speak to people about what I’m going through. I don’t think I’ve ever gone for a period of time this long without love but going through it has made me accept that this is what my life is like now. I used to obsess over people- I’d fool myself into thinking they were the answer to me feeling better. I placed so much value on keeping them in my life because I felt like they could fix things I wouldn’t have been able to. But seriously now, I will never be worthy of receiving love or even “proper friendship”, and I will never be able to reciprocate it. AND THATS SERIOUSLY OKAY. I don’t have expectations. I don’t buy into relationship cliches. I have reached a level of emotional unavailability and indifference I didn’t even think was possible.

heyhellotherexx:

Praise it, Blaze it.

Oh my god

heyhellotherexx:

Praise it, Blaze it.

Oh my god

Today was a good day.

Today was a good day.

I am the most horrible person ever ever ever ever ever ever ever. All I do is fuck things up. I fucked things up for my parents. I fucked up everything else on top of that. I am a genuinely bad person in too many ways to even count.

melisica:

(by reckless_youth)

melisica:

(by reckless_youth)

I’ve been crying since 3 this morning and it’s almost 10am now I literally want to die okay

Anonymous: how much do you usually eat?

During the week it’s pretty standard.
Breakfast: Black coffee
Lunch: 1 Provita cracker with Marmite
Supper: 1 apple
If I’m 100% sure I’m gonna pass out I’ll have a spoon of honey. Sometimes I’ll eat carrots, low fat yoghurt, tomatoes or celery.

flowury:

Whoa

flowury:

Whoa

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