You’re In Her Dms, I’m In Those Cryptic, Prophetic Dreams She Keeps Having. We’re Not The Same

mental illness made me so desperate for joy that i forgot it was this simple… feeling the ocean against your skin… a really good guitar riff… sun on your back… holding the door for a stranger… a cold shower on a hot day…….. the world is like a cradle and i am just a little baby. eyes wide open there is so much to see

i like the term "sworn enemies" it's like marriage vows but evil

via NASA Goddard Space Flight Center

bellowing out a river from my lungs

René Bresson. 1964.

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Jorge Coromina

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strange shadows

(critique and advice welcome! 💖)

add another clove of garlic im not driving

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