Shinigami Eyes.

@wheresengland Es quizás el mejor album que ha salido en lo que va del año

Tuve la oportunidad de escuchar el album de Slayyyter con WOR$T GIRL IN AMERICA sabiendo que no es un poco mi estilo pero lo encontré tanto divertido como honesto con las líricas y si digo que canción fue mi favorita facilmente tiro YES GODDD y quizás BEAT UP CHANEL$.

@illicitiwy 😵‍💫😵‍💫

the tattoo oh my god

No es mi culpa quererte tanto, amarte nunca será malo. Vivo mi dolor como los gatos, vivo esta enfermedad de no verte dormir y lo entiendo. (…) Porque yo no sé salir del amor entero sino quebrado. Termino como serpiente lo que empecé como cabra.

I always wanted more, more closeness, more certainty, more of you than you were ever meant to give. And some part of me truly believed that if I loved you hard enough, deeply enough, you might choose me.

You were always better than me at letting go, better at being on your own. You were the lighthouse while everything else fell apart. You never needed me the way I needed you. And maybe that was the quiet truth I kept trying to outrun.

Você é pó e ao pó retornará.

@yungrafsions You might have the best music taste in this fuckass app, I fear.

rian's auditory reality.

secreto.site/ab5qz7 Tomorrow will be worse.

WOR$T BOY IN AMERICA

Sometimes I light it just to watch the flame for a second, as if there’s still something of you in that gesture. But I guess now it’s not really about you anymore. I think, in some way, I just needed an excuse to hold onto something when everything else feels so hard to hold.

Recently, I started smoking again. It’s funny I always used to carry a lighter in my bag, not because I smoked, but because I knew you sometimes liked to, to relieve stress. Now I use it.

“I have no sense of self. I have no personality, no brilliant color. I have nothing to offer. That’s always been my problem. I feel like an empty vessel. I have a shape, I guess, as a container, but there’s nothing inside.” Haruki Murakami.

Unfortunately, I’ll never heal. The wounds from years ago still bleed from time to time, and the more recent ones don’t stop hurting, not even when I try to ignore them. Each day feels a little heavier than the last. Sometimes I wonder if this feeling will ever disappear.