Self Healing

part 2 of that popular rich kids moodboard

what he says: i'm fine

what he means: You know, I get it. Being raised as a superstar must be really, really difficult for you. Always a commodity, never a human being, not a single person in your family thinking you’re worth a damn off the court— yeah, sounds rough. Kevin and I talk about your intricate and endless daddy issues all the time. I know it’s not entirely your fault that you are mentally unbalanced and infected with these delusions of grandeur, and I know you’re physically incapable of holding a decent conversation with anyone like every other normal human being can, but I don’t think any of us should have to put up with this much of your bullshit. Pity only gets you so many concessions, and you used yours up about six insults ago. So please, please, just shut the fuck up and leave us alone.

ok so i made the mistake of standing on the beach in the dark and listen…….. listen. there is nothing that cares about you less than the ocean in the dead of night. it is tangible. you can’t fuckin see a thing. there is no horizon. it’s a ceaseless void and she cares for no one and loves nothing. you have to respect her bcs she clearly has no fuckin love for you and if she wanted she could take you and NO ONE WOULD KNOW

Jay Wright By Dennis Tejero For Harper’s Bazaar Kazakhstan September 2018

Cracks

Thundercracks; chasms; those in coffee cups; crevasses; crispy crackling; cracks full of bones in the mountains to the far North and the snow has mercifully covered them but in Summer you can still see the traces; those in badly-constructed alibis; those on which you must not step; those that start small and widen until they have split a whole country in two and spilled out all the hidden vaults and subway routes into the chasm; those which stare back; those of doors opened just a smidgen; the varnish-cracked faces of china shepherdesses in the spider attic; the crack that cracks a case; that cracks a skull; those in valuable vases; fractured air; those whose fixing is part of the art; cracks that spill forth ants; those that are breaks in reality; whip cracks; bum cracks; those in broken biscuits; the first cracks in a wall that you wish gone.

sometimes you just.. fuck a demon. have a one-night stand w/ an age-old malevolent entity. maybe even sometimes that blossoms into more. life's just like that, occasionally. like that's just how it is

where is that quote that's like "i love the way men love"

In winter, some voices are like coats.

Ahlam Mosteghanemi  (via thefelixkot)