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The Last Iceberg Series III. Icebergs Floating By – East Greenland, August 23, 2006. By © Camille Seaman
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With pen (colour added in SAI)
Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.

By Joshua Espinoza (via doubtsbestally)

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valleyofmelatonia replied to your photoset “I’m packing to move to Washington and it’s funny seeing all the stuff…”

youve got ur aesthetic down

v true I need to get a label

melisica:

(by Jenna Denise)

by Giulia Bersani