i don’t feel and i feel great, i sold my atlas by the freight stairs, i do lines and i crossed roads i crossed the lines of all the great state roads

Hanging out with friends

One of the most comforting things about reading Herzog is realizing that people have always been the same and history repeats itself infinitely. Same concept, different set dressing. The world is always ending; therefore, it will never end.

Hermès x Undercover Lab The Kelly Customized by Jun Takahashi  Newest Cool

I looked hot this weekend and yes I did take these pictures while standing on the toilet

Keisuke Yamamoto...

Light Time Silence (Lithograph)

ultra materials: how materials innovation is changing the world - bradley quinn (2007)

Atsuro Tayama autumn/winter 1998

Gonna stick this under a read more because it’s just long rambling about my life but

It’s frustrating that I can’t remember so much of my life. I was put on prozac at fifteen which kept from being psychotically depressed and offing myself but it also totally fucked with my brain. I never should have been on high doses of ssris and if I had gotten my autism diagnosis earlier I probably wouldn’t have been (side note: I found out a few years ago that the psychiatrist I saw as a teenager SPECIALIZED IN TREATING AUTISTIC PATIENTS and not once did this woman even suspect I was autistic. Literally never mentioned or considered it.) I only remember a handful of significant events and like, general vibes from the last three years of high school. I don’t remember anything about what was going on in my family apart from my parents being upset and angry with me. That was genuinely not their fault though. I was so apathetic that no punishment or reward they could concoct would make a significant impact on my behavior. They were completely out of their depth. Being so disconnected from my family eventually led to me living independently from them in every aspect but housing. Once I got a car and a job I stopped relying on them for anything. We became extremely begrudging roommates. I just wanted to be alone, either to destroy myself or gain some control over my environment and life. I couldn’t communicate my needs to anyone because I didn’t even know what I needed. It’s why I still struggle today with asking anyone for help or relying on anyone besides myself. When I was 17 I moved to the house I still live in, two months before I even graduated high school and that completely saved our relationship. Now I’m super close to my family and we get along great but I wish I could remember more of what it was like for them back then. It makes me feel like I’m missing important context. Honestly, it’s only been in the last few years since I got properly diagnosed and stopped drinking that I’ve really felt present in the world, which is sometimes a blessing and sometimes a curse.

It’s such a bummer that our minds are intrinsically linked to our bodies like when can I just upload my shit into a computer

"Chomp" jewellery by Lauren O'Connor Korb

All These Things That I’ve Done by The Killers

reblog for easter

true detective 1x08

I take notes and write down my favorite quotes when I’m reading and I’m having a hard time not writing down a quote from almost every page of Herzog

At the ditch/on the couch