9Jedit aka 제딧 (Korean, South Korea) - 133/365 from 365 Days of Daydream, 2017 Digital Arts: Paintings

🖤 is it just me or did lil peep have so fire as lips 🖤

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“I let the time pass too fast

I crash, you crash

You were the one, I told myself

I don’t even know myself

Or control my self at all..”

- Lil PEEP

Choose Life²

Choose designer lingerie, in the vain hope of kicking some life back into a dead relationship. Choose handbags, choose high-heeled shoes, cashmere and silk, to make yourself feel what passes for happy. Choose an iPhone made in China by a woman who jumped out of a window and stick it in the pocket of your jacket fresh from a South-Asian Firetrap. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram and a thousand others ways to spew your bile across people you’ve never met. Choose updating your profile, tell the world what you had for breakfast and hope that someone, somewhere cares. Choose looking up old flames, desperate to believe that you don’t look as bad as they do. Choose live-blogging, from your first wank ‘til your last breath; human interaction reduced to nothing more than data. Choose ten things you never knew about celebrities who’ve had surgery. Choose screaming about abortion. Choose rape jokes, slut-shaming, revenge porn and an endless tide of depressing misogyny. Choose 9/11 never happened, and if it did, it was the Jews. Choose a zero-hour contract and a two-hour journey to work. And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and maybe tell yourself that it’s better that they never happened. And then sit back and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody’s fucking kitchen. Choose unfulfilled promise and wishing you’d done it all differently. Choose never learning from your own mistakes. Choose watching history repeat itself. Choose the slow reconciliation towards what you can get, rather than what you always hoped for. Settle for less and keep a brave face on it. Choose disappointment and choose losing the ones you love, then as they fall from view, a piece of you dies with them until you can see that one day in the future, piece by piece, they will all be gone and there’ll be nothing left of you to call alive or dead. Choose your future. Choose life.

-Mark Renton

via weheartit

Relinquishing junk. Stage one: preparation. For this, you will need one room which you will not leave. Soothing music. Tomato soup, ten tins of. Mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold. Ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of. Magnesia, milk of, one bottle. Paracetamol. Mouthwash. Vitamins. Mineral water. Lucozade. Pornography. One mattress. One bucket for urine, one for feces, and one for vomitus. One television and one bottle of Valium, which I’ve already procured from my mother, who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way, also a drug addict. Now I’m ready. All I need is one final hit to soothe the pain while the Valium takes effect.

“Choose your future. Choose life, but why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.”

Trainspotting (1996) dir. Danny Boyle

sometimes i wanna check tumblr while im in public but then i remember that if i do i risk people seeing dead bodies and porn on my phone

i wish she knew how pretty her heart is