She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
Etikett: me
*feels ok for 1 second* amazing. i was faking my mental illness all along
“Why must the razor feel like passion on your thigh?”
— Radhika Sarpotdar, from “Attack of the Pa(nic/ssion),” published in Inside the Bell Jar
someone: hey do you wanna hang out
me: i can’t bro i’m uglier than usual today
Pardon my French, but you are being a douchebaguette
“Tichý týden v dome” (1969) – Jan Švankmajer
beberequin 