I drink to the house, already destroyed,
And my whole life, too awful to tell,
To the loneliness we together enjoyed,
I drink to you as well,
To the eyes with deadly cold imbued,
To the lips that betrayed me with a lie,
To the world for being cruel and rude,
To God who didn't save us, or try.

— ‘The Last Toast’ by Anna Akhmatova tr. Lyn Coffin

meeeee <3

if no one got me i know the turkish song i heard in a soap thats 40 years old got me

if i end up in jail im taking all 153 of you guys w me

#real ariyayi men when they take a 24&me test and realize they’re 80% arab:

in my tangerine era again

you know when u crave tangerines and u’re like ok i’ll eat one but u black out and once you gain consciousness you’ve already consumed three? yeah.

connection is so shitty so u know the revolution is going as planned

i need to either drop out or kill myself

college is like if it was always saturday on a school week and you had math as first class

i love socialism i love hating god i love gay sex and i love franz kafka

the driver watching me put on my shoes, make up and mask up all in 6 minutes of sitting in his car :

unbelievably me

i just acted like a filthy commie in public im so unserious

the list of books i need to read is literally longer than the years ive already lived

how do ppl live with the grand misery that is life

the smiths just get things no one has ever got