Life always feels empty. Whatever I do, it doesn’t makes me feel like I’m enough. It’s like searching for hope or anything that makes you feel alive when it’s already too late.
Posi Trans graff
The Angel of Death, Émile Jean-Horace Vernet, 1851
on repeat
i hate the lindor truffle man. his intense expressions when you know there are no thoughts in his head. his enormous whisk and the giant lindor lindt truffle that doesn’t exist that he is pouring too much filling into
I be like “communication is key ” then ignore everyone