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[Lmd]

 

[Makko]

ME with my best friend MONDAY in the background

 

[stygal]

 

[BitterlyAlive_]

 

[NasiGoreng]

 

[AtMostOkay]

 

[BitterlyAlive_]

Spoiler: May be triggering (SH)

Only pic that really sums up how I feel tbh. Sorry, guys.

 

[AtMostOkay]

 

[TriggerHappy]

My pre-ctb clearing out :: masses of old paperwork / art & design stuff :: Random sentimental shite I hold on to.
:: before the days of actionscripted e-cards & emojis :: think I bought this postcard when I was living in amsterdam ( a phase of my life when I was craving intimacy but set things up /lifestyle/ so i couldnt get any)...know the feeling?
:: proof is that it stayed safely secluded in a drawer & never sent to anyone.
4 whoever likes it cos its about to get burnt with my journals.
thinking its (quote // circumstance) :: Tragic / Ironic but awesomely (memento mori) truthful.
Enjoy.

 

[Lmd]

 

[A_miStake_of_NATURE]

 

[Everybody_yells]

 

[DunnoWhyButYeah]

 

[BitterlyAlive_]

 

[Brick In The Wall]

 

[AtMostOkay]

 

[AtMostOkay]

 

[AtMostOkay]

 

[Brick In The Wall]

 

[seabed]

 

[TriggerHappy]

Found this. Crying Child.
1918 postcard, stamped Helvetia.
The story behind is my study of the willingness of Christ to hand himself over for death.
Enjoy.

Fuckity fuck.
I discovered a rough draft of the letter I wrote to David. Ending things, for my sanity.
He shot himself a few days later, leaving me a note (I'm unsure whether to publish because its his, not mine :: a declaration of love, in spite of everything). If id only known I'd never have written this. This fucking piece of idiot paper changed my destiny:

What now
Have you wept enough in the thousand cathedrals
of your mind
This is the last love letter I will write to you
here I surrender to my silence
my ego
david
we are more than heroin, cocaine
Bloodstained blades licked clean for
the last fucking drop I would never have known
your orgasm would seal my salvation
My acceptance
Hallucinatory we wonder how it
could all mean nothing again
Intrinsically
I blame this all on you
you fucking little bastard
you and your little friends
whispers in one another's ears
Fuck me and leave me for dead
Jesus David, I have a heart
Another night no longer will I weep
for you I want you to call
Tomorrow nights silence I weep for me
The angel told me to leave you for five more years
to find you as you
would be mine
I should've listened
I wanted you forever
I now have nothing.

He burnt it, his family don't know I wrote this :: he rolled himself up in the duvet and shot himself. At that exact time I had to end a presentation at Ogilvy because of an instant blinding headache. I still have the bullet graze on my bedroom wall. And pieces of his skull that bled from his nose for three more days. The most incredible person, dancer and lover. Our friends blamed me, even tho he was out of control.
I never got off heroin completely :: I never loved the way I loved him.
Guess I gotta really accept what my role is in this before I see him again :: I see him often but he's sad, and he never speaks to me...
Thought I'd share the most devastating thing I've done.

 

[AtMostOkay]

 

[narval]

 

[nerve]

 

[AtMostOkay]

 

[S like suicide]

 

[BitterlyAlive_]

 

[Cannedbones]

 

[TriggerHappy]

Dante in hell. I think its the cannibal scene....

 

[Lmd]