If I See A Group Of Men Laughing I Just Know Its Not Funny

i really need to stop putting myself in the way of men who have actual ambitions and goals in life when all i want to do is to give and receive love and chill or else i might not be on this planet for much longer

hearts of darkness (1991) dir. eleanor coppola, george hickenlooper, fax bahr

Song, Allen Ginsberg

I do feel like this whole self improvement culture thing can go too far where people are never happy with who they are and where they are because they’re constantly trying to be better or do better and they’re always waiting for some sort of glow up or achievement or therapy realisation that will make them feel complete but that isn’t real and life is actually in the every day

A rest day isn't enough. I need one billion years alone in a crystal.

i have nothing to say anymore and yet i feel the need to type because i feel like i'm going to vomit my heart out if i don't. i don't want to think about it. i don't want to be haunted by memories. i'm tired. i'm so fucking tired. i can't wait until my scar issue is so thick that i can't feel a single thing.

kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc