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Vincent Van Gogh painted his insides yellow the way we now drown ourselves in alcohol and timed love
to try and force happiness where the darkness lies in wait, hiding
but the only thing we seem to be any good at is poisoning ourselves, over and over, until our hearts rebel against the burning toxins and our brains scream out against the crushing weight
and I can’t say I’m innocent of carrying my own paint
because I slather yellow over the things I can’t talk about and pretend they don’t exist, that they aren’t there waiting for the rain to come and wash away the dye
and the rain will always come because, as Van Gogh said, ‘This sadness will last forever.’
(Source: imlorelai, via hymenbuster69)