Sometimes I feel like every good thing only ever happens to other people and is out of reach for me.
Even when everything in my life is going great, I don't get to fully enjoy it because I always dread the storm after the silence.
I'm convinced that no good thing ever lasts and life just has to go wrong all the time.
Accepting and believing that everything is just fine doesn't come naturally to me.

Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins

- we're looking for an illustrator for a children's book!
+ yay! I'm available!
-can you please send us your portfolio?

*checks portfolio*
*older works are trash*
*checks more recent paintings*
*they're all pictures of knives, creepy birds, decapitated people, depressive expressions, and skulls*

*sends them the portfolio anyway*

Iranian condom advertisement

translation of the text:
"prevent accidents before they happen."

برای دوام بیش‌تر، خود را بدوزید.

رفتم مغازه‌ی سر کوچه. مغازه‌دار منو «خانوم» صدا نکرد، بهم گفت «همسایه». نمی‌دونم چرا بیش‌تر خوشم اومد :))

Don't hit yourself with my hands darling. You only make yourself more pathetic.

Sigh. Hindsight is a bitch.

02:30

Should I apologize for using "curse words" in an argument when I'm not aiming it at anybody? I don't think so.

I really want to know who owns this thing. It has two of my favourite animated movies AND my favourite color on it.

#places
Amatopo
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amatopo?wprov=sfla1

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