TAE’S MIDNIGHT.

sometimes it blows my mind that the human brain will search for a physical stimulus to emotional pain; like how your chest hurts during a heartbreaking breakup. How your body tries to find the source of malaise and if it can’t, will try to make one. I wonder also, how it could work in the opposite way. If we convinced our bodies that, beyond the pain, there is hope. And beyond the current state, we invent the warmth we desire. I wonder if that’s what a soul is, what a soul does. I wonder if that’s what we are; these encapsulated glimmers of creation.

art by Anna Fusco

So my friend asked her 7 year old niece how can she be sure that her crush likes her back and her niece answered "Because we laugh together." I will be thinking about this for the rest of my life.

cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it

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holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror

everyone shut the fuck up and listen. i love decadence, i love filth, i love perversion; i love depravity and deviance and hedonism. i love corruption, i love the obscene. i love debauchery, i love all things sordid, i love the thrill of scandal. i love reveling in being a sicko. it brings me closer to god