Brutally beautiful

[image id: a sculpture of a deer laying on bench. the deer’s muscles and guts are exposed, all of which are composed of various types of textiles and fiber. the deer’s skull is exposed completely, and it’s skull, ears, and antlers are composed of white ceramic. the sculpture is sitting in a gallery with a grey floor and white wall. end id.]

ahhhh so the guilt is NOT supposed to be neverending and haunting and constant and persisting beyond a doubt over even the most menial of things that i would not be upset at someone else for. i understand now.

(via TumbleOn)

(via TumbleOn)

something genuinely insane about going somewhere and getting to feel “i had some of the worst years of my life here” and “i was loved here, once” simultaneously.

the structure rots and the plants reclaim. But i remember

@hotcommunist

;_;

i eat a lot of bread because it’s soft and i deserve it. also i am gorgeous