edit 2: this is a post about bipolar disorder, made by me, an artist with bipolar disorder, strictly for other people with bipolar disorder. stop tagging it for unipolar depression, anxiety, bpd, psychosis, or anything else (those are just the most used tags on this) because it’s not about those. even if you think you can relate, tagging this as anything other than bipolar disorder is stripping my meaning away from my work, and invalidating my feelings as a mentally ill person AND an artist. stop doing that.
edit 3: do NOT put this on gore/guro blogs. thanks.
lana del rey: champagne-stained kisses on love letters, vintage photographs, smoking in lingerie, sad girls & bad boys, wading in the ocean, flower crowns, california afternoons, red dresses, lipstick smeared on bedsheets, gold chokers
lorde: your favorite worn converses, fluorescent lights, eyeliner wings, ripped jeans, abandoned streets, kissing your best friend, combat boots, cherry cola, pinky promises, black nail polish, biting your lip, convenience stores at 2am
fall out boy: speeding down the highway at 100mph, screaming in the dark, smashing windows, fireworks, running until you can’t breathe, the shriek of tires on asphalt, wayward headlights, midnight revelations, the clink of glass bottles