everytime i listen to this song (3 times a day or more) i cry
beauty, overwhelming
i will dislocate my jaw to fit it all in
well. yes!
We Are Who We Are: 1.01 (2020) dir. Luca Guadagnino
Chungking Express (1994) dir. Wong Kar-wai
thinking about how last year when i was genuinely going through it because of a situationship and how in the midst of it all i was having so much fun and how this year im going THROUGH it and i can’t even blame her.
i think about how it was the first time i really liked someone and that i could see it evolving from simple messages and how i was so forthcoming with what i liked and how much they meant to me. and told them how id appreciate it back but never got that. im so glad its over and i don’t harp on it anymore but its like will someone communicate like how i do.
i want someone to tell me they hate me or that they need me or that they don’t want me. i genuinely don’t care if it’s a negative thing i just would rather it be communicated.
I WANNA BASH MY HEAD AGAINST A WALL
To those who keep scrolling... this is not just another link ⚠️.
This is my room—crushed until its height became less than 30 cm💔 🧱.
This is my teddy bear and the cover of my bed—pulled from under the debris with my own hands🧸🥹.
We spent over a month clearing rubble just to build a tent beside the ruins ⛺.
But even the tent wasn’t allowed to stay... ❌
We were forced to leave—by an order from the occupation ⚠️🥹.
It feels like every trace of life is being taken from us, again and again 😔 .
I’ve shared. I’ve begged. I’ve screamed💔.
But the silence around me is louder than my pain🥹.
If you can’t donate, share 🤝.
Some of us are being buried alive—under the world’s silence🔥.
Dream Machine (Short) | Brett Vapnek | 2001
Mary Timony
ramblings of an 18 year old lesbian.she/they femme
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