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Renzo Novatore, from The Collected Writings of Renzo Novatore; translated by Wolfi Landstreicher
Text ID: Blood requires blood.
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the existential dread and sadness i feel..man i think i lost my appetite for the next month
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head like a hole, black as your soul. I’d rather die, than give you control.
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Your dick will BLOW watching these Onlyfans models
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forever leaving interviews like “i made the right eye contact and said the right things what do you want from me”😭
perpetually feeling like an alien when talking to other humans. like they know something about me is off. this feeling is vindicated by me getting rejected for every fucking job ever.
like I don’t have charisma but I can do the fucking job
ive only been applying to menial jobs so that kind of adds insult to injury
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hoping this is a sign that I’m actually supposed to start my own business and work for myself instead of working the same dead end food service gigs.. im really tired of this humiliation ritual.
why can’t i even get a stupid job at a coffee shop…i have experience working for this same coffee shop…what else do you need from me. they asked me like three questions. what are they deciding to reject me based on….do i have horrible aura and i just don’t know it
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did a cleaning gig yesterday and the man recommended me to multiple other people. i hope to God this works out. I can’t stomach being an employee again.
he kept encouraging me to try and start my own cleaning business. it sounds incredible on paper. but im just so pessimistic
had a stable job. A shitty one but a stable one.
couldn’t do it. had a panic attack and quit.
I don’t know why i did that. i need money for ketamine treatments. i am hurting so much i dont think anything else will help me. i can’t even bring myself to work.
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