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people will say they aren’t attractive and then go create art and then go write beautiful poetry and then go bake a cake for a friend and then go spread positivity and then go write a novel and then continue to say they aren’t attractive, as if everything they do doesn’t count or doesn’t matter, as if societal expectations somehow decide their worth and fate.
s/o to my twelve year old self for using a Pray for the Wicked tour exclusive journal to document depressing thoughts.
Every single fucking frame of that movie was hand painted in Vincent Van Gogh’s style which is fucking hard to do. Over 100 artists participated to tell the story of the father of modern art and yet no one fucking batted an eye fuc
I have so much love to give but no one will take it. I’m screwed, and not in a good way
Secret Lovers by Mahdieh Farhadkiaei
i see that being sexually attractive is a big thing for anorexics, and as a raving lesbian i can confirm that you're desirable no matter your body type/weight. healthy is beautiful.
yes i am the irl "ahaha don't kill yourslef you're so thick" meme
the real reason i always tuck my feet under the covers at night is so that tarantino can't get me
Oof I wasn’t expecting my mom to say that everytime I have a different opinion from her or point out observations I’m “hurting her” personally today but here we are
assigned a cringe gender at my fail birth
GOD i want a lover who is first and foremost a friend!! i want a strong and all encompassing connection based on companionship and tenderness!! i don’t want a relationship if it’s just going to be performative and circumstantial and empty and stuck in the context of ownership!! i want my twin flame and i want peace and WHY does that feel like asking for too much
roman sionis and victor zsasz really took the be gay do crime thing too far huh :/
bong joon-ho was really like “parasite, on a literal level, is a movie about how a poor family slowly infiltrates the home of a wealthy family and takes over their residence. on a symbolic, allegorical level, it’s about how the wealthy are society’s parasites because they hoard wealth and resources, guard them selfishly, and leech from the working class. also water is a metaphor for how the consequences of climate change disproportionately affect the lives of the poor and disenfranchised and only manifests as a minor inconvenience for the rich. also the whole city is designed to physically mirror class stratification, with the wealthy family living on elevated ground while the poor family lives halfway underground.”
my daily routine
wake up (8 am)
cry (8:30 am - 12Â pm)
listen to “sexyback” on loop (12 pm - 7 pm)
punch a hole in the wall and patch it up (7Â pm - 7:30Â pm)
sleep (8Â pm)
Watching Loving, Vincent with earbuds in is a wonderful experience, and that’s on depression.
“I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness.”
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
Wow this whole depression thing hits different when you have friends who check up on you and invite themselves to your house to make sure your eat something
yesterday my german teacher said "being a poet must be so eye opening but so constraining at the same time. you want to really see the world, but as soon as you do, you've had enough of it." and then he stared into nothing for a moment before shaking his head and continuing with the lesson? someone protect this man
Joan Crawford photographed by George Hurrell for Letty Lynton, 1932.
if your main coping mechanism is writing bad notes app poetry clap your hands 👏👏
I want to feel and be loved but because of the media I’ve been conditioned to think teenage romance is only meant to last if it’s secretive, most notably gay romance.
All which matters in life are love and art and I don’t have either of them.
Honestly any movie that portrays homosexuality in a sweet, loving, vulnerable light will 100% go into my favorites list.
I feel like I’m at my peak, not because I’m less sad or anything, that’ll never go away. I feel that I’m able to appreciate art and beauty more; which in turn makes me happy. I see the beauty in a woman hurt so much her only option is defense. I See the beauty in a family mourning the death of a loved one. Instead of feeling depressed at sad things I tend to feel empathetic in their situations. Is this the mind of an artist?
“Ophélie” by Constantin Meunier, 1831-1905
“I’ve always had a terrible weakness for beautiful but sad things.”
— Sylvia Plath.
I love how irrelevant tumblr is. like no celebrities on here, no colleagues or family on here, no one’s famous off tumblr or making money, tbh no ones even updating the site like is there even any staff? who knows? it’s bliss