So Apparently Hating Yourself Doesn’t Absolve You Of Any Guilt, Who Would’ve Thought?

Look down on me, good and gentle Jesus, while I kneel here.

it’s their’s to burn

sharing a cigarette with joan of arc - dante émile ( @orpheuslament ) // photography by brendon burton

fake idgafer. i saw tht haunted look in ur eyes

John Picchione on Umberto Saba

Hayao Miyazaki’s Japanese Studio Ghibli Cinema Posters (1984 - 2013)

i'm tired of reading about women having unfulfilling sex with their male partners and religious guilt and how the internet is affecting our ability to connect with each other and ultraspecific references to name-brand products and disaffected writers writing disaffected prose about how disaffected they are and thinly-veiled elite university campuses and conspicuously nameless first-person protagonists and bargain bin nihilism and sparse utilitarian language and marriage plots and conflicted feelings about motherhood and metacommentary and vaguely liberal politics. i want to read just one beautiful sentence

The sexual tension between me and my made up antagonists

I'm not anything but I believe in beliefs