Yeah. Yeah They’re Putting Me In The Torture Labyrinth Again. No There’s Not Even A Minotaur

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

I'm going to *remembers suicide is often not a desire for death itself but rather an attempt to radically change one's life because the current state of being has become unbearable but the person can't think of any way to change it other than death* kill myself

cantaloupe and smoke

the generational gap between me and the people my age who use chat gpt

Thinking of becoming a hermit in a cave again #hermit #suicidalhermitlifestyle

one of my favorite things about human physiology is the way our eyes change when we look at someone we love. our pupils dilate automatically like they do when it’s dark outside and they’re trying to let more light in. except now it’s the light of your favorite person. the edges of our eyes soften a little and they sometimes even get watery which we also can’t control. tears of joy. we tend to raise our eyebrows as if we’re trying to make our eyes bigger. trying to get a better vision and seeing all the details. we tend to blink less than usual just to make the moment last a bit longer. even if it’s just a second. or when you smile at someone with your entire face involved and your eyes just crinkle and create a sparkle in them. and it all happens so effortlessly and universally.

there’s always time to be cozy // watercolor, ink, gouache & colored pencils on paper

did you hear they're gonna start publicly executing anyone with a glimmer of hope and a light in their eyes

some people just have no true appreciation for terrible women. oh she killed and ate people? well maybe she was hungry. "I cant defend her anymore-" well then fucking stand aside so i can talk to my client