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Look upon his visage and despair
I despaire immensely😞😞😞😞
started watching Dead Poets Society for the first time and unfortunately already know who dies because of my freakin sister, which means I’m not watching a movie so much as voluntarily walking toward emotional devastation with full prior knowledge.
every scene feels like dramatic irony and a threat. I’m scared. why did I press play.
Edit 2 days later: don't fucking talk to me.
Trying to breathe in a world that has less soul every nanosecond.
forever missed

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Yeah. Still in full-on rage-mode.
Why are so many men children with delusions of grandeur?
And why THE FUCK do we keep letting them rule the world?
They're killing us all.
And the little men, that doesn't rule over anything other than their sad selves, are also children with delusions of grandeur.
All of them with a lust for violence to show everyone who's boss. To use force to get their way.
Just, no.
I can't.
I, no.
Get them away from me.
From the PLANET.
Thank you and please.
Words that we make burn
(17.02.26)
As those colors that sink into the shadow and the cold, so also we darken with the silence. Between one night and another, we fight to bring some light with each of the words that we make burn with despair.
Photo: from the film "The Pillow Book", by Peter Greenaway, 1996.
swamped