*singing "I Can't Dance" while dancing vigorously*
Foggy Morning
Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
Vincent Van Gogh
poetry exists within an ancient tradition of haterism
diver ii. oils
i have decision paralysis because the angel and the devil on my shoulders are always fucking each other and they ignore me when i ask for help so i never know what to do
hey sexy what time do you plan on being done grieving
something terrible and monstrous is inside me [being in my 20s]
23 | queer | neurodivergent
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