tía estoy literalmente aquí en terapia lol. me está rompiendo el cerebro estar viviendo cosas que según el consenso científico no deberían estar pasando en absoluto pero bueno we move
hoganheads rise up !
mrs dalloway por fin!!!! y eric hobsbawm the age of revolutions tan bueno que me está reconstruyendo los circuitos cerebrales
killing my self
I must not brood. Broodiness is the mind-killer. Broodiness is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my broodiness. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye t
much to think about tonight. unrelated detail from the master of the greenville tondo's saint sebastian, painted c. 1500-1510
bollera
silouan the athonite kind of day
opening this website after any given sunday
pentagon where
rabid with boy-liking; need to be put down
they should make it a dating sim :( enemies to lovers
hey. don't cry. anemones seen here using specialized body growths called acrorhagi to attack each other during an argument in the intertidal zone, okay?
you're welcome
scenes from the lady speedstick unfold set
substitute all marriage counselling with master and commander rewatches, actually
polyamory strategyposting on main.......
if you see no aesthetic or erotic value to physically and psychically torturing every sad little twink your imagination can conjure up we are simply not built the same.
once again remembered i am charming and articulate but only when chiming in to add nuance to the hanya yanagihara discussion around the pub table
rilkeposting through it
and pronouns
lifelong friendships unravelled. sense of self dissolving. cataclysmic breakup feelings. crying all the time. brief flashes of pure euphoria. The Great Turning. at least i have much, much better hair!
bizarre being in a place where the old is dying and the new cannot be born. had a little scroll through my instagram archive and cannot 4 the life of me recognise that 24y/o cis girl baby with a superhuman talent for keeping the ptsd symptoms under wraps (summer 2022)
mckenzie wark is shaking
no feminism except whatever the men of r/polyamory have going on
i hear "spain" is holding "elections"
sundays are for burrowing. nestling. cocooning. Not, perhaps, for shivering/shaking/being haunted by the shadow of ever-encroaching fascism
no more ketamine at the rave, perhaps :(
communing with the dead! on the riposte dancefloor
