It’s Rotten Work But Only If It’s You. When I Do It For Other People It’s Fine, Enjoyable Even.

falling asleep feeling empty and hollowed out and i cant cry anymore bc i literally have zero tear ducts and my stomach feels funny and i think everyone wants me gone

the worst kind of pain is when you realize you never got to give them the spotify playlist you made for them

Salomé 1919 by Max Oppenheimer

no one cares but my make up is

pressed powder

mascara

blush

highlighter

lip tint / lipstick / lip gloss

nevermind im mad at her again

i need to hug my mother and cry into her neck because i miss the warm embrace of her womb and this bed is too cold for me; i just wish she held me. i just want her to care for me forever, no matter how bitter and painful loving me is

# those adults that were like second parents for you and cared and loved you like so. suddenly you grew away from their eyes and they cant grasp that youre 19 and no longer 11 but they still understand you more than anyone else

seeing people from your childhood that knew you before you knew yourself is nostalgic but it kills you when you realize they dont know you now

THE DYING. THE DEAD. AND THE UNDEAD SPACE JUNK.

Where Do Old Satellites Go When They Die? from spaceplace.nasa.gov // Zombie Satellites by Antony Johnston on Medium // Point Nemo: Meet Space Agencies’ Spacecraft Cemetery // Long Lost Military Satellite Found By Amateur Radio Operator by Joe Palca and Scott Nueman on NPR // Lincoln Experimental Satellite from Wikipedia Commons // Military Zombie Satellite From 1967 Discovered By Radio Operator Enthusiast by Fabieen Lang on Interesting Engineering // Where Do Old Satellites Go When They Die? from space place.nasa.gov // Long Lost Military Satellites Found By Amateur Radio Operator by Joe Palca and Scott Nueman on NPR // Football 17776: What Football Will Look Like In The Future by Jon Bois // Space Junk by Wang Chung

lowkey survived and better now

my girl ghosted me. hope i die