Postdumpbackup - Unbetitelt

I feel lonely. I feel worse—strange. And when I leave I cry in the car. And I say to myself that the trouble with life is that people are strangers. Anne...people are strangers. I don't know if I can go on spilling myself out to people—those strange strangers. As I may have said, I am not at home in myself. I seem to be a ship that is sailing out of my own life.

Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke dated 23 March 1964

my viktor arcane appreciation post

i seriously cannot comprehend the sex drive that makes one exclusively horny for captain america looking movie hunks or the victorias secret angel archetype of tall underweight women with generically pretty faces in bikinis. that shit is like carbon monoxide or infrasonic noise to my libido like my sexual senses cant even clock it

― Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

i dont think we fully appreciate sebastian skinner, who managed to survive nikola because he literally zoned out when she was describing how she was going to strip the skin from his muscles. absolute adhd king. 

Dumb thing that would not leave my brain

knuckle tattoo that says i am nostalgic for a time where i wasn't even happy

Bluets, Maggie Nelson//The death of Ophelia, Marco Ortolan

that specific brand of vampire media that’s like “you’re a late 90s-early 00s vampire in a leather jacket and sunglasses in some sleazy underground goth club that’s playing electro industrial/aggrotech/goth rock music” ruined me on all other vamp media, I too want to be a vampire in a leather jacket & sunglasses in some sleazy underground goth club that’s playing electro industrial/aggrotech/goth rock music