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I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea.
Margaret Atwood, Cat’s eye (via tinalikesrain)
✝✝✝ ada. skinny, bald and pale. diagnosed with mild autism. a hopeless dreamer, loner, thinker.
at this period nothing matters and my life has no actual meaning anymore. every inch of my betrayed carcass is aching and my heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes. i do not know which way to go. everything that i have had any faith on has died and left me languish in suffocating emptiness and eternal darkness. why did i not die as well, i wonder.
wandering around naked. birds. searching harmony. mysticism. third eye. the colour blue. theosophy. occult. eyes. awareness. shirking from the reality. finding beauty in most unusual things. art. mythology. wisdom. psychonautics. zebras. discovering. smoking too much cigarettes. buddhism. anthropology. being generally bizarre, incorrect and inappropriate. boobs. over thinking. wearing furs and black. i tend to avoid certain uncomfortable things such as norms, society, pretending and hatred.
