i am vik
... 23 in chicago

there are three brain cells left in my head each in their own corner in the confines of my skull they all have megaphones and are yelling

good god i’m depressed as fuck lmaoooo

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“…Vertigo is something other than the fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.”

– milan kundera from the unbearable lightness of being

sunbathe:

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bb9gVSFnL3f/

llovinghome:

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(Source: flic.kr)

squidtree:
“ Yoshitaka Amano
”

squidtree:

Yoshitaka Amano

polkadotmotmot:
“Hubert Le Gall
”

polkadotmotmot:

Hubert Le Gall

(via gentleshepherdess)

there’s sun fire and fruit those are things to live for

peepuddle:

“(S/HE IS HER/E) This is the final war, a jigsaw A war to re-possess your SELF. There is NO gender anymore Only P-Androgeny is divine. Sexuality is a force of nature that cannot be contained. Get up. Stand together in perfecting union, Join and love equally the man and the woman separated at b-earth inside you, Their first cries for justice …PANDROGENY! Re-united as one Identity is your only possession, as a being possessed Re-possess your SELF, Be possessed by YOUR self, Any SELF, every SELF you ever dreamed of, Every SELF you were ever afraid of. GET UP! Stop this war of limitations, STOP IT! Now YOU own yourself. Your own YOU own. Now it’s YOU. … We are ultra-genetic terrorists. One man is another man or woman. EVERY MAN AND WOMAN IS A MAN AND WOMAN There is a time and place for everything indecent. Redesign yourself. YOUR SELF. End your social and sexual misery, taste the sweet electricity of PANDROGENY! “This time around you can be anybody” … You were in your mother’s womb for forty-nine days an androgyne. Who chose your gender? GOD? Society? Family? Only by YOU ending this separation, Returning to that first pure state can real freedom begin. When all are but one sex, one species. This is not about becoming an Other, This is about returning to a state of perfect union.”

— Excerpt from “Breaking Sex,” by Genesis Breyer P-Orridge and Lady Jaye Breyer P-Orridge, 2003 (via tv-poetry)

life is still not worth the resources it takes to maintain ugh time isnt making that belief go away

i hate this flesh prison and all the meat within it i want to rot but quickly

uuuuhhhhhuhuuhhhh

heinekant:

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