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.
I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.
Niccolò Machiavelli, 1513 (via incorrecthistories)
It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.
Oscar Wilde (via 4oclockonatuesday)
I am a dream swallower, and I poison myself. I have a palate for rare, erratic impulses.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Linotte: The Early Diary Of Anaïs Nin (1914-1920)
Me @ Everyone
he wears his smile like a pocketknife, ready for the kill
thoughts #09 | r.m (via rmeisel)
chiddywrites:
my aesthetic is beautiful rich people doing terrible things
shout out to everyone who was forced to internalize all their emotions growing up and now have a constant underlying anger that colors every part of their lives bc they never got to learn how to process their feelings