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my entire life is me dropping things and whispering ‘fuck’

11.22.63

I don’t wanna be that way

me every time i see a gorgeous sunset: god is real and i believe in love as a powerful force of healing

                       he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body.                                they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k.                                             they rot him inside-out.

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                          how do you heal from such internal damage?                                         in reality, he knows he can’t.                           ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by                                                  his own conscience.

                                         he resorts to drugs, to alcohol.                                 to the numbness it gives him no matter                                                     how temporary. 

― Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

I hate small talk. I want to talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, intellect, the meaning of life, far away galaxies, music that makes you feel different, memories, the lies you’ve told, your flaws, your favourite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurities and your fears. I like people with depth, who speak with emotion from a twisted mind. I don’t want to know what’s up.

The idealist (via theslytherinworld)