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Life is cruel without sound

Dont touch me don’t ever touch me but u pretty

I haven’t even met u and I already feel abused

It hurts again. It feels like the curdling blue wringing in my insides, shriveling them, making them sharp and condensed and fighting against itself to collapse. It feels like I’m on aderall, I’m not on aderall. I can’t go back to what I love because the memories are too painful. You’ve ruined everything just by existing, it’s not your fault, I can’t have what I want. I want to be free and bewildered. I miss being well. I miss my hard shell.

David Lynch, I am thinking about that scene in Twin Peaks season 3 where Sarah Palmer takes off her face, and several violent appendages escape the void portal inside her and maul the misogynist sitting next to her. You loved women. You were a protector of women. They were people to you. I don’t want to feel this way, but I often think you were the last good man, and I cry because you are gone.

The hurting never ends

This is Elisa Lam’s blog. She reblogged an image of Ruslana just a couple years before the model died. Oh lord, if either of them could have known what was coming.

“La Robe Noire” Ruslana Korshunova by Takay for L’Officiel September 2005