Devon Voelkel: college, life, pretty things. More about me to your right

Yeah, I need a break from this shit. It’s lovely, but…
Maybe I’ll post when I generate content, I dunno how permanent this is.
I know all you followers care deeply :P but I must

buffalo-divine-eden-no7:

People in the Philippines reenact the crucifixion every Good Friday. complete with dragging the cross up the hill and being nailed to it.

zukosbeautifulbooty:

unm BLESS THE GRANDCHILDREN OF WHOMEVER MADE THIS

The pistachio pastry reminds me of the taste of marzipan, and I remember when pistachio ice cream with her tasted just the same. How we stood there outside my car that day. And we just stood there in silence, and she didn’t want to hug me, and I felt the same, though I was the one offering. We thought it would be our last time seeing each other for two weeks.

I talked to myself, on the drive to my class, told myself that to break up was the right thing for me to do. I go to write myself a note in my phone: to tell myself to force myself to do it, and then there’s this text from her, as my fingers touched the keypad “I think we should break up.” It seemed so perfect and so broken.

I danced and I flirted with the girl at swing dancing, with her avengers temporary tattoo she got at a wedding. We weren’t even broken up yet, I could’ve salvaged it; I guess I’d been thinking about it for a while. Leaving, getting in my car, texting Joey, calling him, just so I know I’m not alone. So that, even if I go through with this, I will know I’m not alone. That people who matter won’t leave.

"Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier, simpler.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via seabois)
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