medusa, trying to turn you to stone, but you accidentally called her “melissa” when you first walked in and now you’re too embarrassed to look at her. “it’s alright” she keeps saying “i get it all the time” but you still won’t look. u don’t even remember the stone thing until later
The more he artificially idealizes himself, the more exaggeratedly he criticizes himself. He alternates between the extremes of “I am everything” and “i am nothing”.The Denial of Death (via hypnoperv)
sitting in the corners of bars scrolling thru tumblr giving men who look my way the death glare unable to carry on any sort of a conversation realizing i don’t resonate with the majority of people
if i could get thru one full day without being bitter or selfish or self deprecating i think i could be happy… but each day passes, and nothing new comes of it. i am stuck in a perpetual cycle of myself. i keep reaching for someone else to pull me out when really i’m the only one who can get a grip. when i’m in a public place, when there are a lot of people, i feel them all at once, i feel all of their lives swirling around me equally as complex as mine. everything that makes them up beating down on the walls of everything that makes up me. it all turns into too much stimuli and i become overwhelmed. it’s hard for me to go outside. it’s hard for me to be around people. everything carries more weight than it should. i read into things too much and spend too much time trying to observe and define. trying to find a place in the world before i’ve even saved a place in myself. my life is one big delusional state.
L’Amour, l’Après-midi (1972) Dir. Éric Rohmer
I sold all the nice clothes I had to buy drugs incase u were wondering
Edvard Munch - Meeting in Outer Space, 1899.