life is effort and i'll stop when I die

@girlpotion

i hate when u see a photo someone else took of u and ur forced to confront the false image of urself u have created in ur head that u have been imagining has been carrying out ur intentions in the real world

im in the wrong realm and i think everyone can tell

*drops dramatically to the floor* … anxiété 

Concept: you’ve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.

Oh my god. This is it. I want this so badly.

(pours vodka into the pits of hell) for persephone