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Glamorous blur

I couldn't care less about staying alive anymore. 
My life might become a meaningless but glamorous blur of existentialism and vapid beauty - at the very best, but I'll never be pure. My disdain for dirt and foulness is starting to shatter everything. 
Things seem meaningless. Just completely hollow. I only want to seem elegant at this point. I still don't know how that would ever help me though. 

Vanity


I try! I know for sure that I'll dye my hair green again - soon. Probably in just a few days. It makes me feel like a mermaid. Or princess Neptune. I feel like a traffic light though because I go from red to green all the time. 

Januari



things i like #5

















none of these photos are mine

Moon skin

Insomnia, night wandering and existentialism

Starry eyed



I still haven't learned to use them properly but I'm quite happy i bought these watercolours

Inspiration?





























none of these photos belong to me

I am the sea and nobody owns me

“And like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm to hell.”



hit me and it felt like a kiss


fruit punch, face punch

sweet persephone



flowers will grow from you

Watercolour


i tried and failed but ill try again i suppose

Fairies




I like moths more than anything 

Set your spirit dancing

You crush the lily in my soul ♡ 

I wanna be immortal


The fear of oblivion is so overwhelming when you want to die, and even more so when you're a confused romantic as well. 

I want pineapple juice


(not my photo) 
I miss spring and all its hopefulness and the pastel cotton dresses, but I also miss summer and the chlorine fever, and hair that smells of salt waves. 
funnily enough, I miss winter as well. even though it is winter? 
i just want snow i suppose

is this happiness

dear lord, im so tired of feeling numb. i'm so far away from happiness, i don't even know if I am happy or not. but if I am... I don't think I want happiness. 
and also
my therapist is not very nice to be honest 
(this isn't my picture) 

something is eating away at me with splendid teeth



break


“People use the word break
in funny ways. Sometimes
the sky breaks open. Or
when your voice breaks,
it’s because something
is so true your throat forgot itself" 

paradises and such

if heaven has a real name, what is it
and does it feel like plastic or soft fur or lace curtains or is it just blue and cold and icy
and does it taste like liquorice or maybe something sweet and fake like vanilla
and does it have a fragrance?? maybe lilies or peaches or the earth? an artificial earth?
do i become something new or does my soul break free and dive into the paradise
what feelings will i experience in heaven
no anger? no sorrow? can i feel happy without sorrow?? will I feel peaceful? is that it, eternal fabricated peace?
i don’t think i belong in heaven 

dope cinema

darling, dearest, deadest

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