It rained a lot here. I love the rain, the smell, the sound, the coziness it brings ... anyway not the point. I spent time talking to a person whom I feel deeply connected too, weirdly enough cause we have been talking to each other for less than 3 weeks. Is not a lot of time but I already want to meet this person. I am already catching feelings. So for once I hoped it wouldn't have rained. But it did. So it was cozy but lonlinier than ever.

¿Cuántas veces más voy a caer a este mismo abismo?

“Uh.. I think I’m lost.” For Anyone from Tim

@usually-abnormal

First meeting starters

“Yeah, I get that, it seems like a big town at first.” Hulk offered the smaller man a smile as he searched about, keeping a slight eye out on two kids play fighting nearby. 

They seemed to be fine though so Hulk turned back to the stranger, a small frown catching when he noticed certain...oddities about his arms. Ah. He must have been one of those newer mutants who often came by Vista Verde for some sort of help or refuge. It was terrible that no one helped them sooner but...Hulk could always help out. It seemed unfair to anyone that he was right there and didn’t do anything to help someone. 

“I could...help you. If you wanted me to that is.” Hulk says and shrugs, glancing away and trying to not look like he usually did. Scary and big. New kids didn’t need that kind of fear right off the bat. “Really, it’s no problem if you’re okay with it.” 

Call me sometime, It would be nice to know you wanto to hear my voice.

listen to dis

so look, i just got here and i like, NEED friends is there anyone who wants to be friends and shit

/frustration!!!!!!

I shut down. I just shut down. No matter how hard I try not to, no matter how bad I know I need help, I shut down and that’s my biggest problem. I shut down when I need someone the most, right when they get close, I distance myself and I hate it. I hate that. It’s hard having trust issues, it’s hard opening up to someone new knowing they’re going to eventually leave. I enter everything, knowing in the back of my mind that I’ll always be alone, I’ll always feel that sense of emptiness and loneliness no matter how many people I have around me. So I’ll always shut down when someone gets close and I don’t think I’ll ever control that. There is no one in this world who has ever really known me fully, they know bits and pieces, but I’ll never open up entirely.

Forgotten Paths

Austin, Nevada

The Loneliest Highway series

Lincoln Highway (Nevada)

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Tmax 400iso

all the ways takes us to death.

i miss him and am afraid hes dead or something but thats just me being irrational

The Open Road

Nevada

The Loneliest Highway series

Lincoln Highway (Nevada)

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Tmax 400iso

There’s a quote that say “Choose the people that choose you” but nobody ever chooses me.

covid 19

“Do you ever feel tired?”, he asked

rubbing his eyes in the same

absent way that he’d do when

we were children.

He still looked young to me. Even though

our skin was sagging and my hair was

falling out, looking at him always

disillusioned me into thinking no

time has passed. I grabbed his

hand and closed my eyes, knowing

that this would be the end for us.

A porch on a hill and a home

that never needed windows. This was it;

no one would ever know we were here.

“Yes darling”, I said still clasping his

bony hand, “but only when we’re not

together.”

-Dawn Johnson

06.02.2021 - Pain

I could no longer breathe, each breath was another pain. Tears flowed abundantly from my eyes. My retinas burned under the combined action of tears and cigarette smoke.

Nothing had any meaning now, everything was only pain: I no longer had a future, the past and the present blending into a fatal symphony that precipitated me every day a little more towards the fatal, irreversible act, the concrete end of any future, the confinement into a past. I would be nothing more than a being of the past, without a future, present in the memories of my loved ones.

Credit : picture of my depressed self wondering if things will eventually get one day better

more drawings:)

and as the sunrise was arriving, the mere thought of you vanished along with the darkness of my room

I'm so, so tired and weary.

How many times have I asked for a reprieve? Everything shit that can happen is happening.

I’m trying to forget

They say it’s supposed to hurt less.