My body alive and I barely know it;
I can hardly perceive its form
and only when it passes through my dreams
do I feel from its sadness that in it I live.

I do not know its name, nor have I ever
known its name, nor do I want to know it.
Its name has to form itself in its memory:
the memory of me, that is not mine.

—  Emilio Prados, from “Shadow of April”, translated by Donald Wellman (via mitochondria)

(via gore-pop)

2:12

rossinabb:

“Ghost Photographs” by Angela Deane

marinarad:

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gr8eva:

my self esteem has two levels

  1. im a worthless piece of shit who deserves no love
  2. bow down before bitches i am your queen

(via donottrust)

1:34

trzecie-oko:

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bleachedtears:

PROTECTING HIS WAIFU