I do it better.
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I love really simple line drawings.
Even though chances are slim, i continue to hope that I meant more to you than your other frivolous affairs.
wowSnejana Onopka
studdedhearts
good morning, starshine
elliot smith + looking at flight tickets out of this hellhole + that awful anxiety + lemon biscuits
need a trip
‘My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
‘Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
‘What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
‘I never know what you are thinking. Think.’
I think we are in rats’ alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
‘What is that noise?’
The wind under the door.
‘What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?’
Nothing again nothing.
‘Do
‘You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
‘Nothing?’
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
‘Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?’
‘Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
‘What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
‘I never know what you are thinking. Think.’
I think we are in rats’ alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
‘What is that noise?’
The wind under the door.
‘What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?’
Nothing again nothing.
‘Do
‘You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
‘Nothing?’
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
‘Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?’
— T.S Eliot, The Waste Land.
the hottest love has the coldest ends.
— socrates. (sigh)
Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.
