Nostalgeant - The Stars Burn My Throat

Dudddde what if we were foils and you were beautiful and i was ugly and you have revolution in your eyes and i believe in nothing and you chastely drop your eyes at all things that were not the republic and i stare fixedly at all women and you were absolute in your ideas and i was shapeless and you pitied me and i venerated you and you scorned me and i admired you and you disdained me and i loved you. What if in the presence of you i became someone once more, what if i was charmed by your chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature without me being clearly aware of it and without the idea of explaining it to myself occurring, what if i had need of you, what if i were your unaccepted pylades what if bro can you hear me

reposting some of my personal favorite art I’ve done after accidentally deleting my main blog.

this is my new main until further notice

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— thomas penny

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letter to Mimi Romanelli

every night I think “wow this might be the night I go to bed early” and every time without fail I fuck it up

This won’t work for everyone but sometimes when you can’t bring yourself to shower you’ve gotta get yourself in the mindset that you’re trying to beat the shower speedrun world record. Water bare minimum temperature you can stand it, suds, hair, rinse, out in less than two minutes. Like you’re paying for water at a campground. Pull off the band aid approach. Use a stopwatch if that helps. Have a personal best shower time. Don’t slip.

Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

"Don’t court Loneliness", Tathev Simonyan

how is it almost 2025 i didn’t even get a chance to exhale the breath i took in 2024 yet