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bpdlils:name two things better than self isolation and the refusal to face reality
Kardashians, Fuck Yeah!
partybarackisinthehousetonight:i romantically stand outside your window and hold up my iPhone to blast our song. a 30 second ad plays first
tk40seven: need my pussy slobbered w love
YOUNG MEDUSA 🐍💚
music-and-quotes: “I’m too young to feel this old…” — Kings of Leon, Cold Desert
moon-roses: i’m not kidding the worst sound ever is the crack in the voice of a person who is about to cry
90scherry:i be so uninterested and unimpressed
violentwavesofemotion: Winona Ryder dancing carelessly to “My Sharona” in Reality Bites (1994) had such a profound impact in my life, it’s crystal clear to me that only Winona Ryder can ever top Winona Ryder
flowerinaflame: Who am I to deny myself every single desire that crosses my pea brain
sheismysquishy: Do you ever just lay in bed and realize how not okay you are
pustluk:no name no pronouns please address me by closing your eyes
anastasiatasou:part 2
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*tears off my face and throws it into the ocean*
violentwavesofemotion: “My tongue sticks in my throat, and slowly I swallow it. My soul has moved, I can’t find it anymore. I don’t care.” — Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,”
angelheretic: being with animals is so healing and joyous…they deserve all the love in the world
doubleyew: whatever *becomes an enemy of the state*
drreamcrushrr:
basementblues: “Tell me. Who was I when I used to call your name?” — Marie Howe, from Prayer in “What The Living Do: Poems” (via adrasteiax)
i just feel like it’s my right to go to a masquerade ball y’know? like i’ve earned that. it’s something i deserve to experience, at least once
fall1997:rose petals for eyes
brainbubblegum: Just how did Venom convince Anne to kiss Eddie that deep
crayonboxhearts:#same
siobhra:Someday I WILL be covered in moss.
mjalti: wanting to dismantle beauty standards but also defining yourself by them
m1tos1s: the only reason i still have depression is because i can’t take my brain out of my skull and blow on it like a ds cartridge
roshijordan: adulthood is realising no one cares about you and the show must go on
dorothea-rising: “Guilty of Dust,” Frank Bidart
with all my heart.
I need you to just love me
whyisfuturesosad: *sees someone looking at their partner with genuine love and care* need me a freak like tht
violentwavesofemotion: “This body, I forgive it, I am tasting ash. I am wholly given to dark innocence.” — Paul Valéry, tr. by Derek Mahon, from “The Young Fate,” wr. c. 1919
A Drop Of Fresh Blood Over A Trophy
colachampagnedad:
arterialtrees: JENNY HOLZER
bitemutual:emotionally I feel like a rotten peach with a lil worm in it
rosexhorror: till death do we part. source: @musterni-illustrates
bakarijordan:
violentwavesofemotion: “Come. Make me dream that I am healing.” — Albert Geiger, tr. by Jethro Bithell, from Selections; “The Dying Maiden,”
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swdyww: jumex: historicallyinnacurate: bloomingeveryday: we need carbs and we need fats and we need proteins and honestly fuck diet culture for normalizing malnourishment People commenting on this saying we don’t need sugars don’t know how the
violentwavesofemotion: “I keep thinking, thinking, and my thoughts are all sick, and my head is sick.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Stories; “The Meek One,” written c. 1876
violentwavesofemotion: “If pain can purify the heart, mine will be pure.” — Mary Shelley, from “Mathilda,” originally published c. October 1812
Sarah
hidayxh: are you healed, or just distracted
violentwavesofemotion: “I have been miserably mistaken in imagining that I could conquer my love for you; I never can. With every effort to cast it off, this love clings closer,” Mary Shelley, from “Mathilda,” originally published c.
yassmines:no offense but if u perceive me thats Ur personal problem
violentwavesofemotion: when franz kafka said “i could have built the pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason”
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rhapsodicroses:goth poc are stunning pass it on
buttonpoetry: “Bones break the same way no matter the intention.” — Thuli Zuma, “One”
mechalesbian: mechalesbian: there are two types of pet owners: 1. my baby!!! my fucking cinammon apple!!!!!!! 2. naughty boy. ugly. stinky bastard man. pet owners tag yourselves
macrolit: “… we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.” — 1Q84, Haruki Murakami
silver-cats:is hating ur dad’s side of the family or not being close to them an EOC (experience of colour) because I feel it is