it's a kind of tired that sleep can't fix.

New York, 1985

New York, 1985

(Source: k-a-t-i-e-, via spit3)

Very casually getting drunk off expired alcohol at someone’s grandparents’ house. The usual, you know.

Very casually getting drunk off expired alcohol at someone’s grandparents’ house. The usual, you know.

likeafieldmouse:

Adolfo Wildt - Santa Lucia (1927)

likeafieldmouse:

Adolfo Wildt - Santa Lucia (1927)

(via exites)

i am so intimidated by pretty girls.

actually, i am so intimidated by girls in general.

you are all truly frightening.

red-lipstick:

Gobugi aka Park Jung Eun (Korean) - 1: Headache, 2012  2: Luminous 2, 2013  3: The Sun Sank, 2012  4: Untitled, 2012  5: Trapeze, 2012  6: Drowning, 2012  7: Your Way To, 2012  8: Untitled, 2011  9: Not Alone, 2012  10: Breath, 2013    Digital Arts: Paintings

(Source: gobugipaper.co.kr)

annaxin:

in another lifetime, maybe.

annaxin:

in another lifetime, maybe.

(via flourishtodecay)

(Source: noelbadgespugh, via backtothegypsyy)

agnes-cecile:

another one (inside the shell)- watch the making of on YouTube

agnes-cecile:

another one (inside the shell)

watch the making of on YouTube

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agnes-cecile:

miss violence

agnes-cecile:

miss violence

(Source: agnes-cecile.deviantart.com)

"Your mother will never talk about the fire in your poetry
the way these strangers do.
She spends too much time complaining about the paper
crumpled on the floor
to have any left for looking at the art on your walls.
And maybe you don’t really love the boy who lives inside of your skull.
Maybe he was just the first one to ever ask if you were okay.
I want to talk about the purple skies wrapped around your heart,
I want to talk about the days you speak in raindrops.
Are your eyes bleeding water while reading this?
It’s fine, it’s best you found out
how much you really cared by now.
You never meant to pick fights with yourself,
but one day,
you couldn’t look in the mirror anymore
without clenching your fists.
War is so tiring when you have destroyed
the only thing you could come home to.
I don’t think you’re terrible for this,
I just think you find the wrong things beautiful.
Let’s stop talking about it.
Let’s do something instead.
Do you know what happiness tastes like?
One day you will.
One day,
you’ll like it better than the blood in your mouth,
and I promise it will be there when you are ready to find it.
You just have to remember to look for it first."

Y.Z, Maybe it has been right in front of us all along (via rustyvoices)

"There are moments from then, from being younger and in such a state of depression, that I blamed it all on the seasons — on the changing of the leaves, the foliage dropping and making me feel naked in turn. How much I relied on nature to tell me how I was supposed to feel. How dependent I was on a sadness that turned me into a hollow shell of myself. I am no longer six feet under my own skin. I stretch my hand and feel my bones move with me, my flesh sway in the directions I want it to move. This was a year where I found myself in so many ways that I can no longer count on both hands the ways I’m no longer who I used to be. We change and tides turn and leaves fall and spring always comes, but no year is quite like itself. No self is quite like the person you are today."

Shinji Moon (via expresswithsilence)

i’ve been ignoring my psychologist and psychiatrist for two weeks now. i don’t show up to my appointments or answer their calls/messages. i’m basically fucking up my entire life at the moment and i don’t want to face them because i feel really ashamed and embarrassed of how badly i’m handling everything.

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