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“Here was the crux of my dilemma: I felt like killing my father, but I didn’t want him to die. I think he understood. I’d probably told him as much the night before, despite my instinct towards secrecy. We’d stay up and drink together often, my father and I. I have a vague memory from that Saturday night of laying my face down on the kitchen table and yawning, looking up at him with the bottle of whiskey in his one hand, gin in the other. “Not very nice, Eileen,” he’d said, referring, I think, to my splayed legs, lipstick all smeared. This wasn’t unusual for us. We weren’t friendly, but we did talk sometimes. We argued. I’d wave my hands around. I’d say too much. I did the same thing later on in life, when I drank with other men, mostly stupid men. I expected them to find everything about me interesting. I expected them to see my drunken wordiness as a kind of coy gesture, as though I were saying, “I’m just a child, innocent to my own foolishness. Aren’t I cute? Love me and I’ll turn a blind eye to your faults.” With those other men, this tactic earned me brief sessions of affection until I became soured and saw that I had defiled myself by appealing to them in the first place.”

Otessa Moshfegh, Eileen

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i think ultimately you do really have to kill that part of your brain that vividly imagines how you would redo parts of your life.

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hey if you died right now whats your ghost outfit you cant change it be honest

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Spent £500 at the vets all for them to tell me my cat has indigestion 🙂

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❤️

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War Took Everything—But It Won’t Take Our Future

My name is Naser. I never thought I would be here, writing these words, asking for help to rebuild my life. But war does not ask for permission.

💔 War took my mother. It took my sister. It took my home. Our house, the place where I grew up, was turned to rubble in an instant. My three brothers and I were forced to leave everything behind. We have been displaced twice, always searching for safety, for a place to start over.

But starting over feels impossible when you have nothing.

🎓 We Still Have Dreams—If We’re Given the Chance Even in the darkest moments, we hold onto hope. We don’t just want to survive—we want to live.

🔹 I dream of going to university. 🔹 My brothers dream of becoming doctors and engineers. 🔹 The youngest just wants a normal childhood.

But without support, these dreams may never come true.

💙 How You Can Help Every dollar, every share, every kind word makes a difference. Your support can help us rebuild our lives, find a home, and get the education we need to change our future.

🙏 Please, if you can, help us. Even a small act of kindness can mean everything to us.

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can iran please send us some architects

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Masking your resting sad face at work is so exhausting. I’m not sad this is just my face !

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You’re in your 20s saying seggs and unalive… Maybe worry about that

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"love is what makes us human" actually it's 'select all images with boat' but go off I guess

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My parents’ greenhouse converted into a cozy place! Love to sit here on a rainy day and watch/listen to the storm.

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hey sexy. I can tell by the frequency of your blog updates that you are once again avoiding it all

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Silsila (1981)

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Kutani ware HANAZUME tea cup 

Japan

in: ebay

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