“You're asking me what I want for breakfast and I'm telling you about how when the worst thing happened, I didn't even cry. You're handing me a receipt from the laundromat down the street and I'm passing you a bundle of letters that I wrote to God when I was fourteen and scared. You're passing me the milk after you drip it into your coffee and I'm half laughing about the psychiatrist's office and how there's actually a couch and it's made of blue tweed. You're trying to do the normal things and I am throwing up dull pieces of truth onto our kitchen table. I can't lie anymore. These are the things I've done and they're mostly sad. These are the places I've been and they're mostly awful. This life has woven itself into the notches of my spine and I hear it creak every time I stand.”
— Fortesa Latifi; Dull Pieces Of Truth
watched this for the first time when i was 14 i think? it saved me
Knew what this was before I clicked and had to watch the whole thing again.
If you haven’t seen it, now’s your chance!
Every so often when I'm sort of 'what is the point of All This,' I am reminded that, if not the entire point, things like this have to be at least one of the points.
I genuinely never get tired of this video. There's just something about making beauty for the joy of it. ❤️
sorry to be the bearer of bad news but i got your boyfriend a tape recorder for christmas and- yeah. hes making folk punk now. We're gonna have to put him down sorry
job interview
can you explain this gap in your ass between oyur ass cheeks
I was employed.
magical girl transformation but theres no pretty lights or sparkles just grotesque and blood curling body mutation layered by the sounds of joints cracking bones snapping and muscles twisting unnaturally and she looks like a normal magical girl at the end
nothing that stimulant medication and a coffee and an energy drink and a bump of coke and a good hard slap in the face and seven years in the harsh wilderness and a hug from a friend and a firm prostate milking and 250mg of MDMA crystals and a top of the line gaming PC and a tall glass of water and a distant memory of summer and piano lessons and four 20mg edibles and a sword that hungers for human blood and a well socialized tuxedo cat and a sushi dinner and a leather jacket and a power nap and a single beautiful rod of depleted uranium and regular estradiol injections and a typewritten sheet of paper bearing the solution to the hard problem of consciousness and nipple clamps and a lobotomy and a gun and another coffee can't fix
"Sniff." - The Restrained Sniffer
"Just one is plenty." - The Restrained Sniffer
"It would be terribly gauche of me to sniff any further." - The Restrained Sniffer
beautiful elven maidens are always warning me that my journey will be lonesome and arduous like okay idiot im literally just going to the gas station to fill uo my tank and also grab some sweet tea likr the 7/11 brand and some twix and some hot fries and wash my windshield lol 🙄 (<- doesnt realize the manticore
realized my last post works so much better as a greentext
i like sailing myths and superstitions because most of them can be boiled down to "if the ocean doesn't like you it will chew you up and spit out your bones. and if it really loves you it will swallow you whole and keep you forever. good luck 👍"