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I remember all those times I was complaining I was alone in hs, but damn if I only knew how I would feel in college. How it actually feels like to be a worthless piece of shit with no one but yourself.
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“I needed hours, days, weeks, years for myself.”
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FRANZ KAFKA x BERLINDE DE BRUYCKERE
in a letter written circa November 1912, Letters to Felice (published in English in 1973);
Aaneen-Genaaid (Sewn Together) series, 1999, sculpture – wax, polyester, blankets;
Een (One), 2003-2004, sculpture – wax, wood, glass, iron, epoxy;
The Muffled Cry of the Unrealisable Desire, 2009-2010, sculpture – wax wood, glass, epoxy, iron
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being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.
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Drugs & Booze the Sure Way to Lose by Uniform Choice
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