gonna be honest. if you’ve never seen an addict personally. never been close with an addict personally. never been affected by an addict personally. never personally dealt with mourning an addict who is very much still alive because of the foreign soul they’ve become. never had complicated feelings and hurt and memories regarding an addict in your life.

you have no right to speak on any of this as if you know addiction. for the love of god, shut the fuck up for once over something so intimate and so fragile that you know absolutely nothing about. if you don’t know the face of addiction. if you don’t know the highs and the lows and the creases and wrinkles and phone calls and tears and sobriety and relapse and pain and confusion of addiction. shut… the fuck…. up.

Rainy Night in Tokyo // valvey_film

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colors of the sky.

Zayn’s Post to Liam

blurry mornings in sarajevo, 2019

1719 by ha:tfelt (2020) // bathers on the lawn by ernst ludwig kirchner (1910) // braid by hannah lock (2018) // women & jars by mina hamidi (2015)

sahara lin by petra collins (purple magazine)

on grief

1. the chronology of water, lidia yuknavitch

2. grief, ewa szymanska

3. jamie anderson

4. inconsolable grief, ivan kramskoi

5. taking care, callista buchen

6. at eternity’s gate, vincent van gogh

7. the chronology of water, lidia yuknavitch

8. on earth we’re briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong

Copenhagen’s Distinct Architecture Knit into Color-Blocked Urban Landscapes by Jake Henzler

i jumped on the personality quiz bandwagon. enjoy.