"Trees, rivers, plants, and anything that reminds me of her is now a vague image languishing in obscurity; an obscurity plunked from her departure. Since then shadows have also been cut off from the reality, wandering around like a ghost. These images were once objects of my passion of seeing. But now they look like memories rooted in the depth of my soul, or scars of an old wound that don’t heal. It feels like a “presence” that torments me, stresses me out, and screams inside my inner silent world."
Viewer and the object of view [2021] - Nazli Abbaspour
my body clock fucked. appetite fucked. spinal cord also fucked. enthusiasm and will to live dwindling with each day. and it's not even summer yet.
video editing is without a doubt a hobby for insane people
my mouse pointer has parkinson's now. motherfucker what is your PROBLEM
Is this anything
i have holes in my t-shirts that i wear at home. they are getting bigger with each day. and i'll wear them till i can stick my head through the holes.
kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it
oh god take my baldness and psoriasis or whatever the fuck is going on up there and give it to the next male, idc please.