maryjopeace:

LEE JENKINS | DEVON AOKI | OCTOBER 2000

maryjopeace:

LEE JENKINS | DEVON AOKI | OCTOBER 2000

control issues
emotional issues, lack there of 
body issues
slight body dysmorphia
eating Disorder
intimacy issues, trust, lack there of

just to make it easier for my psychologist 
 

Ezra Koenig alone in a greenhouse

aestheticess:

Rudolf Vlček

I hooked up with this boy last sunday…and he keeps calling me… i want him to ignore me…but he’s being nice, texting me everyday, asked to hang out… I just want to tell him to stop and treat me badly… he’s sweet and I’m not emotionally matured enough to be a gf to a boy like that

the last two days have been a bit better eating wise… Though not my ideal… I would’ve rather had a two day fast but there only so many times I’ll run myself around in circles chasing a number that seems to get increasingly farther away

"psihi: one day, perhaps not in this life, i will meet you. we will discuss literature, films, culture, languages, art, we will create our world from that which lays beneath out very veins and i will play chosen songs in melody to you, and we will hang every piece of our souls onto our walls (there will be no walls), we are the universe, in our little room where the sheets blow as curtains in the breeze and your skin is my home. you will never be afraid again and we will never know pain like we do now. i will fill my insides up with all these things for you, i promise to dedicate my life to nothing else as long as i am on this earth (for which (to live) had never been my intention) in preparation, it all makes sense now, i will meet you when my body dies, i can see myself on the balcony of a very high building in another country where plants grow (jumping off), i will not let my head convince me that i am going crazy, this world was never right for me, i belong in a dream with you, i promise to find you"

kaethebutcherillustrations:

Love
by Kaethe Butcher

kaethebutcherillustrations:

Love

by Kaethe Butcher

inspirations no boundskill yourselves

inspirations
no bounds
kill yourselves