Latest Posts by unanottexxx - Page 3
i chase the sun with my eyes down, down behind the mountains and i gaze upon clear night skies behind my fingers; the star we once promised to take care of shines between them. your voice is hoarse from talking too much, you are laying down with an arm under your head and i vaguely remember how talking with you felt like because dust has covered my memories after too many years. i'm still spending the best hours of my day thinking about you
The Green Ray (1986) dir. Éric Rohmer
I have battled against various hazards. In moments, when I saw my body blacker than soot, feelings of shame for my cowardice have been aroused in me. To put an end to this black body of mine I have jumped into fire and even fought with a wolf. Yet, strangely, whatsoever the odds, my life was not taken. Even death has fled from me when I have looked it in the face. At last, full of bitterness, I have decided to take my own life.
Akutagawa Ryūnosuke, “The Dog, Shiro” from The Beautiful and the Grotesque
The Shore - Barry McGlashan , 2023.
British, b. 1974 -
Oil on paper over panel , 12 1/4 x 8 1/8 in.
On that day, the viscera of God fell on the world. Stringing itself up across the sky and into everything.
fuck it I’m gonna do it no matter how much and how long it takes
unbearable
and when i say hyuna has a rolled up promotional luka poster under her bed just like luka has her wanted posters then what
luka's love for hyuna being the strongest aspect in his life which motivated him to be stronger and survive + hyuna's love for luka being the one and only weakness she has which caused her to die
i love how it cuts to luka on stage in this scene. both of them trying to survive and struggling to do so. fighting in their own battles.
i swear i'll sleep early. i do
gaining xp in the knowledge skill
my hair is chopped so i chop the c
Google maps new baltimore glitch that happened in 2013
i want a kitten
i will use the word weird and say im weirded out about a lot of things but in fact nothing in this world is weird to me
i had a dream where i grab people on their naked shoulders, leaving bloody crescent marks, shaking them whilst i shake myself and ask are we going mad yet? how could so many people live and not go crazy? why are we so chill about the concept of death and living and being bloody fleshy machines that interact with each other???????????? how can we not go crazy. i have so much hours to live and i couldn't figure out how i didn't go crazy and how i won't