Ciocia Dupsko

Green heron (Butorides virescens)

nothing could have prepared me for the song choice

Has anyone noticed that talking's just a waste of breath and living's just a waste of death and why put a new address on the same old loneliness and this is you and me and me and you until we've got nothing left

*while sewing*: you are a fabric. you can stay a fabric. you do not yearn to return to being string.

*while spinning*: you are a thread. you can stay a thread. you do not yarn to return to being fluff.

*while embroidering*: you are a thread on a needle. you can just exist as thread on a needle. you do knot yearn to become a tangle.

*while turning wood* you are timber on a lathe. You can stay as timber on a lathe. You do not yearn to become a live hand grenade.

god he's so freaking cute

I understand that you were aiming for a morally grey protagonist, but in practice what you've ended up with is more of a moral beige.

#how long have we been holding on to this one?

i’ve had this queued for 365 days

the problem is i'm not actively suicidal anymore. i got too much going on to ever entertain the possibility or the idea. i want to live. i just don't want to live like this. i want a different life, a different body, a different face, a different past, so i can fully experience the joys of life without being... me. so all i can do is nap and pretend to be someone else

I'm too fucking old to be dealing with this shit. Should've killed myself when I was 16.

Nobody understands the anger I have towards my mother because she always acts like she's the victim and I'm just making her out to be the bad guy and then convinces me she's actually such a good mother because it could be worse.