#devilfleshworldblog

In a world oversaturated with images, I no longer want to capture reality; existing feels like trapping oneself in a camera obscura. I want to go out and experience reality without projecting it.

You know you're cooking when you get so fucking sad with your own musical compositions like why im crying with the sonic reflection of my feelings?

it's incredible the number of people, at least in spain, who talk about tumblr like it doesn't exist, as if it was a sweet memory they long for and that makes them feel nostalgic, in contrast to instagram and tiktok...then you tell them you still use tumblr, that it's the one you use most every day, and they couldn't care less, they change the subject of the conversation, as if you'd just ruined their memory because they don't want to believe it's still alive and would prefer to live in their nostalgia.

I'm having some withdrawal symptoms from smoking now that I'm quitting nicotine, and they're making me feel like shit!

when did you decide to stop exposing yourself to the world? You didn’t stop living it; you simply lived for yourself, enjoying your own world, deep inside you—so deep that you never wanted to leave the house again. I would have liked to know the version of you that was open to the world and in love with it, but now that you’re gone, I’m at peace with having known you exactly as you chose to live—independent of everyone else, without forcing yourself to please anyone or anything.

tan mal que no quiero ni escuchar música