feeling this so much lately it’s killing me.
footage of me doing nothing during pe
Anaïs Nin, Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947-1955
i hate going to bed cuz it reminds me of how lonely i am and how much i wish to have someone to talk to, not just someone to talk to
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Manila in the Claws of Light (1975) by Lino Brocka