Sincerelycrescent - DAWN BREAKER

Gennady Aygi, from Into the Snow: Selected Poems of Gennady Aygi; “This Year’s Roses: Notes on K., 1972” (translated by Sarah Valentine)

Text ID: I seek / your image. / In the receding Fire. / It is not here—not in this world.

what the fuck is actually happening in america right now

Regular Lovers (Les Amants réguliers), dir. Philippe Garrel (2005) (via lunamonchtuna)

i think there’s something very wrong with me

how do I explain to my friend that in the last ten pages of tsh, the alcoholic shoots the druggy, we find out that the incestuous sister of the alcoholic was hooking up with the homicidal sociopath, and that homicidal sociopath shoots himself in the head partly because his narcissistic father figure ran off to the Middle East unexpectedly, and the druggy survives the gunshot wound but hallucinates the paranoid victim of a murder that this group commited a few months prior along with a bunch of other dead people while he’s in the hospital, and then somehow everyone brushes this whole ordeal off as if it were completely normal

do i have a problem or am i just dramatic

If you could instantly be granted fluency in 5 languages—not taking away your existing language proficiency in any way, solely a gain—what 5 would you choose?

“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

*girl on the brink of self destruction* i miss academia