Bitch This Is All You’re Gonna Get. This Life, This Face, This Body. You Better Not ‘maybe In Another

"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

Dreaming Again

I’ve started dreaming again

Isn’t getting enough sleep

Spposed to be a good thing?

I’ve started dreaming again

A man had his neck slit

After he used his body to protect me

I’ve started dreaming again

I’ve been left and abandoned

More times than I can count

I’ve started dreaming again

I hurt the people I love most

I’ve started dreaming again

I’ve died and watched death

Countless times over

I’ve started dreaming again

But I’d rather stop.

(i suspect it's love)

i catch myself in daydreams

of your arms

where i lay, drunk and warm

and took my favorite grainy picture of you

the frame mostly occupied by

your eyes

containing something knowing of

my awareness growing

like suspicion all day

i couldn't rinse us out

of my mouth in the morning

i think we're on the same page

Yeah now we've entered the back pain stage

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “The Selected Diaries of Virginia Woolf,”

東京新宿東口　 1988年

(Xユーザーのちょっと昔の日本の景色botさん: 「1988年、新宿東口 https://t.co/v90kodIGl5」 / Xから)

why is it green omg