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You will be too raw for some. You will be too loud, too big, too fierce, too quiet, too deep. These are not your people.

S.C. Lourie

“I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive” defines me. Without obsession, I experience profound emptiness.

convinced that most of my problems could be solved by a she wants revenge cover of angel of small death and a hozier cover of animal attraction

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I want blood I want biting I want pain and cum and and and and and

Save me horny goth music with religious undertone, save me

Like a scratch record…

I want to crawl out of this fucking bodyyyy

I hate it

I hate it here

Fat fucking goddamned blob with no stamina

i'm either crying about eating an apple or i'm eating a family sized pizza in like 20 minutes

You know I’m such a fool for you🌙🪐

artists: francisco de goya (1746-1828)

I hate myself.

I hate my face.

I hate my eyes.

I hate my ears.

I hate my nose.

I hate my mouth.

I hate my lips.

I hate my hair.

I hate my neck.

I hate my shoulders.

I hate my chest.

I hate my back.

I hate my belly.

I hate my hips.

I hate my arms.

I hate my hands.

I hate my fingers.

I hate my skin.

I hate my crotch.

I hate my thighs.

I hate my knees.

I hate my legs.

I hate my feet.

I hate my ankles.

I hate my toes.

I hate my smile.

I hate my laugh.

I hate my scars.

I hate my stretch marks.

I hate my bones.

I hate my body hair.

I hate my voice.

I hate my mind.

I hate my thoughts.

I hate my dysphoria.

I hate my depression.

I hate my anxiety.

I hate my eating disorders.

I hate my trauma.

I hate my nightmares.

I hate my past.

I hate my memories.

I hate my childhood.

I hate my adolescence.

I hate my adulthood.

I hate my existence.

I hate my life.

I just hate every single thing about myself so fucking much...

oh to be immortal and be able to consume every piece of knowledge and literature ever

People don't admit that they are terribly afraid of people.

art, intimacy, romance.

hearts of darkness (1991) dir. eleanor coppola, george hickenlooper, fax bahr

If you’re ever having a breakdown, just remember the wise words of the lord himself

Vasiliy Poryagin