metamorphesque:

― Anaïs Nin, Incest: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1932-1934

[text ID: Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.]

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abernathyvalois:

feminine urge to Know Everything and speak 12 languages

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emeraldcas:

don’t listen to them babe just keep opening more tabs in your browser

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pussyvalkyrie:

sweatermuppet:

the adult version of hiding yr head under the covers when afraid of monsters is refusing to look at yr bank account

also avoiding email

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theprideful:

idk if it’s the mental illness but sharing literally any information feels like oversharing. i’ll be like “i skipped breakfast this morning” and immediately im like “i might as well have told them where i buried the money”

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anyahita:

Lorestan, Iran

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officialunitedstates:

i hate pacman.  stop eating all the dots.  leave some dots for the rest of us you stupid piece of circle

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