when night comes
fruits mealspo 🏹
i cant be happy if ana isnt happy
Marlene Dietrich, in a long white fur coat and a sequined dress, on the stage at the Theater of Etoile in Paris, November 1959. Photograph by Francois Gragnon.
i’m like if a manic depressive tortured artist/poet from the early/mid 20th century was neither a poet nor an artist, and was just a guy who kinda sucks
— eat your heart out ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。
bumped my shoulder in the shower like i always do and for the first time it hurt really bad. i didn’t keep tracks of my weightloss but i can tell i lost a lot of weight. i knew it was only a matter of time until i can feel my bones and this is ONLY the beginning of my journey. whatever, that shoulder pain is lowkey satisfying cus it means it’s working. im doing so good im so proud of myself
i think my favorite response to a complaint about someone is "we should kill them"
sorry no i can't make it i'm sprawled on these cathedral steps while spitting up the blood. yeah its gonna be all day