of desperation languished in the night

[somadream]

this morning is absurdly good. yesterday i was crying to benjamin (formerly known as heather) on the phone about how i am just going to die, and there is no point to my life or pursuit of happiness. but for someone fucking reason, this morning, i am remembering that there are reasons for me to take part in this whole scheme. um, like, the mars

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[wutheringheight]

Ro-to-tha-z-to-tha-m-a-r-y (that was unnecessary):

Of course we can still have slightly dark babies! I'm just telling you, it's quite a gamble with subcontinental features. Either they're like:

"Whoa, that kid's half Indian, dude. Like, with the dot, and stuff" or"You look kind of Italian or Spanish or whatever. My friends and I were like, totally asking ourselves where you were from. Is that okay? Your dad's Indian? Really? Wow, I guess I can see it in your eyes, but you are like, so white

[anonymous]

The ocean floor is hidden
From your viewing lens
A depth perception
Languished in the night
All my life, I’ve been
Sewing the wounds
But the seeds sprout
A lachrymal cloud

[somadream]

i know! a motherfucking lachrymal cloud? brilliant!