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birds of america by lorrie moore // snow and dirty rain by richard siken // motion sickness - phoebe bridgers // quote by katherine mansfield // normal people (2020) // night shift - lucy dacus // all about love by bell hooks // underneath by jorie graham // faithful and virtuous night by louise glück // god’s silence by franz wright

How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?

The Complete Poems; “The Sickness Unto Death”, Anne Sexton//Jean Baudrillard//Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems, Dulce María Loynaz//Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky//Alex Venezia//La Femme de trente ans, Honoré de Balzac//War of the foxes, Richard Siken

Throwback to when I took painkillers and woke up with Photoshop open on my computer to this image I had made

Hi this currently has 37 thousand notes and I just want to ask - why?

Big Things Are Coming

💷🥄🥔 BIG THINGS ARE COMING🥔🥄💷

✨ Abundance Spell✨ 

Wealth, weal, and plentiful spoons are coming to me 👏

✨💰🪙🥄🥔💰🌟💰🥄🥔🪙 💰✨

Like to charge Reblog to cast

moodboard for when you’re fucking caged

Dermatillomania is fun bc your triggers are like

• Have skin

this actually is rewiring my brain as we speak

I really love this and I know exactly why but I can’t explain it.

Because it’s just another indication that we, as Human Beings, are one.

It’s also just like… a very human thing to do, to measure everyone’s heights in a way that makes it so significant

me, staring at the Moon, almost every night: I love you, I really do.

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

I’VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS FOR SEVEN YEARS

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO ?????

That last fatal scream tho

THE TERROR IN HIS SCREAM OH GOSH

i’m crying

WAAA-

I will always reblog this on the off chance some other poor soul has been searching for it

IT’S BACK

HOYL SHIT ITS B A CK

IT’S BACK?? ON MY DASH?

re-blogging again xD

what was that we were just saying about still having posts circulating from ridiculous numbers of years ago? 😂

#you just made it a higher stakes game of hide and seek

Having gone to this University, and having personally played hide and seek in the Harris Fine Arts Center, I guarantee you that NOBODY finds hiders unless they, too, are familiar with the bowels of the HFAC. Once you get down to the practice-room levels, time stops completely and you could walk up the back stair and end up in 1967. The halls change at least 8 times an hour, there’s no way you’re getting back out the same way you came in. When the lights start going off at 10 the whole bottom 3 floors descend into some subsection of the fey realm. I once hid up on the balcony stage access fire-escape thing of a lower-level theater, and 3 faculty walked by under me and not a one of them noticed the hulking, wheezing asthmatic lurking above them, half dangling off a rickety metal ladder that probably wasn’t supposed to be climbed. A fellow hider friend came and found me, and we sat up there for 30 minutes listening to some distant clicking sound before we realized nobody was actually going to find us. We had no cell service, and no internet to reach anyone. We got lost trying to get back out, and once we resurfaced, everyone else was gone, the building was empty, and we just went home to eat ice cream. Nobody knew where we had disappeared to, and nobody bothered to check if we were there before leaving. For all I know, they just assumed we had been lost to the gaping maw of the HFAC basement and when they saw us at church on Sunday it was probably like they’d seen a ghost. None of us ever mentioned it again.

Basically what I’m saying is Campus Police had no hope of finding them in the first place and probably lost an officer or two if they actually conducted a real search, because nobody except Senior art majors or veteran custodians actually knows how to navigate that building and make it out in the same dimension they entered from. Not at 11pm anyway.

This is better than any horror story and it’s all fucking real apparently

that’s the good stuff