“My Realities May Be Different From What Most People Call Reality, But Still They Are Realities.”

T. S. Eliot — The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

A doubt arousal

I will tell you it's not me

I am a product of virtues and vacancies

The next decision I take

Isn't mine at all

It is manipulated and churned

Ask me a technical term

I will define gaslighting

While defining gaslighting

If I add few irrelevant facts

Forgive me

I already am manipulated

my next few decisions

Aren't within my control

You have me saying it

But I am trained to say so

You have me telling truth

But I am schooled to say so

You have me telling lies

But I was prepared to sell those

If your guts gave you courage

I want you to believe me

When I say believe me

If you doubt yourself right now

Do it

Wear off yourself

Do it

descrate yourself

Do it

Cleave the thoughts you holding

Do it (yourself)

Severely impotent right?

wait I know it's not you

And now you know it's not me

It as it is defined

Is gaslighting

It ain't red lettered alright ?

This definitely is narcissism.

NARCISSISM IS A RACE

Death by a thousand cuts

"you didn't know me when i was 13." "i really wish i did."

speedy ortiz / yohji yamamato / walk the moon / justine kurland / eloise klein healy / isao yukisada / phoebe bridgers / wren @peoplehood

YOU GOT TO BELIEVE IN POETRY CAUSE EVERYTHING IN THIS LIFE, INCLUDING YOU WILL FAIL YOU.

Louise Glück

annihilation (2018) dir. alex garland + annihilation by jeff vandermeer // hozier, “in a week (ft. karen cowley)” // taylor swift, “the lakes” // fiona apple, “heavy balloon” // littlestpersimmon - “reclamation” // meganluddyillustration - “So long, we’d become the flowers” // hermann hesse, “farm,” from wanderings // czeslaw milosz, “longing” // ada limón, “mowing,” from bright dead things // mary oliver, “sleeping in the forest” // conceptualsolitude

Olivia Laing, The Lonely City

Nothing more can be scarier than the fact when you realise that your life isn't happening , it is just passing.

“Don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here?”

— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous